Kings of Mayhem (The Kings of Mayhem Book 1)

by Penny Dee

  “Then best we christen it,” I said with a seductive raise of an eyebrow.

  He kissed me slowly, and then pulled away to slide down the length of me, removing my clothes as he went, and I was grateful for the shower I’d taken before leaving work because I’d been projectile vomited on by a nine-year-old.

  When I was in nothing but my panties, he buried his face against the satin and my body ignited. Slowly, he slid them down my legs and buried his face between my thighs.

  I pushed my head back into the pillow while he pushed his tongue in deeper. If it was one thing Cade Calley had mastered, it was his tongue and what he could do with it. I moaned and tangled my fingers through his hair as my orgasm began to swell. Holy hell. Less than a minute down there, and he already had me ready to come. My toes curled into the mattress.

  “Cade . . .” I breathed.

  One more flick of his tongue and I came undone. I grabbed the bed sheets and cried out as my clit throbbed against his mouth, and raw pleasure streamed through me. I unleashed a cry, my mind utterly unraveled with ecstasy. With a growl, he pulled away and rose to his feet, his face dark with an urgent need he could no longer contain. His cock was in his hand and he stroked it, his eyes full of heat as he looked down on me sprawled on the bed.

  When he reached for a condom in his wallet, I stopped him. Since returning from Seattle we’d both been to the doctor. And because I was on the pill, there was no need for further protection.

  “Are you sure?” he panted.

  My clit throbbed with excitement. I wanted his naked cock inside of me.

  I nodded and he dropped his wallet, giving me a look that was nothing but raw desire.

  He crawled over me, his naked body engulfing me in his warmth as he rubbed himself through the slippery skin he had just tortured with his tongue. With one hard thrust, he was inside of me but he stopped, completely overwhelmed by the sensation.

  “Oh, baby . . .” His face shimmered and his brows drew in.

  When I began to move beneath him, he hissed in a deep breath.

  “This feels too good,” he moaned.

  He wasn’t lying. It felt more than good. It felt out of this world. And I was wet with longing at the idea of him coming inside of me. When my pussy clenched and pulsed at the thought, Cade groaned.

  “It’s not going to take me long, baby. Your tight little pussy is too much.”

  It was a hot Mississippi summer and our skin was slick as we rolled around on our new bed. Sweat beaded on Cade’s brow and his naked chest gleamed in the late afternoon light. It was hard and fast. With lots of dirty words being moaned and mumbled as the pleasure swelled.

  When his phone rang, Cade ripped it of the bedside table with a growl and threw it across the bed to stop it from ringing just as his orgasm tore through him. He gripped my hips and thrust harder, his eyes closed and his lips parted as he pumped and pumped his climax into me.

  When he came back down to Earth, he started to laugh and collapsed against me. He covered me with his slick body and buried his face into the crook of my shoulder. Skin to skin, I could feel the wild thud of his heart against my chest.

  “That was fucking amazing,” he murmured into my throat.

  “You know, we are going to have to stop having sex long enough to do other things,” I said.

  He lifted his head. “If it’s going to feel like that every time we have sex then I’m not leaving this room. Ever.”

  Since returning from Seattle, we’d spent a lot of time in the bedroom. Talking. Fucking. Sleeping. Fucking. Losing ourselves in the little bubble we had wrapped around us. Fucking. For the first two weeks, we barely put on clothes.

  But now I was working at St Gabriel’s as an emergency physician and the hours were crushing. Eighteen-hour shifts that usually turned into twenty-four. So, when I got a couple of days off, we were lucky if we emerged from the bedroom at all.

  “I’m surprised your mom hasn’t sent out a search party for you,” I said. “I really haven’t seen her that much since we got back.”

  “Oh, damn,” Cade replied, rolling off me and pushing his palms into his eyes. “I forgot.”

  I rose up on one eyebrow. “Forgot what?”

  “Mom invited us to dinner.”

  “When?”

  He looked at his watch. “We’re supposed to be there in ten minutes.”

  “You mean I have to face a hundred-and-one questions about us with sex hair? I need to go home and shower.” I went to get up but he pulled me back and held me against his rock -hard chest.

  “Or we could call in a rain check and stay in our new home,” he whispered against my neck.

  “We have to go,” I said soberly, sitting up and sliding my legs over the side of the bed. Apart from one afternoon at his mom’s house, we hadn’t seen much of his family. I walked toward the bathroom, fully aware of Cade’s eyes roaming over every inch of me. I could feel them, like the sweet caress of fingers along my skin. I looked at him over my shoulder. “Or they may actually send out a search party.”

  My eyes dropped to his cock. It was still hard.

  I raised an eyebrow. “That’s not going to get us to your mama’s on time.”

  He began to stroke it. “This?”

  A pulse took up between my thighs. Seeing my tattooed god fisting his cock on the bed was too irresistible. The shower would have to wait. I would have to go to dinner smelling of Cade and the things he did to me. I walked back to the bed and crawled over him, sliding my thighs on either side of his hips.

  “Fine, but just so you know, you’re explaining to your mama why we’re late.”

  CADE

  Now

  We arrived at my mom’s almost an hour late. But it was hard to feel apologetic while my body still throbbed with the echo of two mind-blowing orgasms.

  Everyone was there. Mom and Ari. Griffin. Sybil and Jury. Lady and Abby. Isaac and Cherry with little Brax. Caleb without his annoying girlfriend, Brandi.

  And they were already seated at the table when we walked in, which was good because I’d spent the last few hours working up one hell of an appetite.

  “So, Cade, I hear you chased down our girl all the way to Seattle,” Ari said.

  Ari was the manager of Sinister Ink, the Kings of Mayhem tattoo shop. He was also my mom’s boyfriend. At six-foot-seven, he was mammoth. He also didn’t say a hell of a lot, but when he did, you listened.

  “I was lucky there was another flight leaving not long after hers,” I explained, heaping mashed potatoes on my plate. “I figured it was going to get me there a lot faster than the Harley.”

  “That’s my boy,” my mom said with a wink.

  “Pussy,” Isaac muttered with a grin.

  Cherry elbowed him. “I would expect nothing less from you, Isaac Calley,” she said.

  “And you would get nothing less, baby doll,” he replied, kissing her on the cheek.

  Brax screwed up his nose and rolled his eyes dramatically at his parents.

  I laughed. Suddenly consumed with a want to have my own son. I looked across the table at Indy, and our eyes locked as she buttered her corn. I wanted to start a family straight away. Get married. Make babies. I had always wanted a family with her. But this was the first time in a long time that it was possible. She smiled and it took my breath away. This woman. She was everything.

  Tomorrow I would ask her to marry me.

  Properly.

  On my knee with a fucking ring.

  Not one I’d ripped off my finger and put on hers while I was still inside of her.

  “Well, now that we’re all here, I’ve got an announcement to make,” Cherry said, standing up with a huge grin on her face. Everyone at the table went quiet. “Well, there really isn’t any other way to say this than—we’re having another baby.”

  To say the table erupted with excitement would be an understatement. Family was everything in the MC. Kids were adored and raised with a hundred uncles and aunts. It was a massive family.
So, when one of our own was expecting a baby, it was a big fucking deal.

  “Congratulations, brother,” I slapped Isaac on the back.

  He smiled but there was something odd about him tonight. Something I couldn’t put my finger on. He was genuinely excited about Cherry, but something was off. Like he had something on his mind. Something big.

  “I really need to talk to you,” he said when the table was being cleared and everyone was preoccupied.

  By his tone, I knew he wasn’t going to tell me anything good.

  We went outside for a cigarette so we were away from everyone.

  “Look, I’ve set up this deal,” he said, lighting up a cigarette. “A really fucking good deal.”

  “What sort of deal?” Club members didn’t set up anything without it going to the table for a vote.

  “Just hear me out, okay.” He drew heavily on his cigarette and looked up at me through his brow. Isaac had this James Dean in Rebel Without a Cause thing going on. It drove the girls crazy—like panty-dropping crazy. His eyes would squint to almost closing, and his brow would furrow up like he had the world resting on his shoulders.

  But I wasn’t a horny girl, and his furrowed-brow, tortured-biker routine didn’t work jack on me.

  “What sort of deal. Isaac?”

  He flicked the ash from his cigarette.

  “I was down in Tuscaloosa, met up with some guys. They offered me a good deal.”

  “What guys? And what kind of deal?” I asked, my eyes narrowing. This was beginning to sound like a rogue deal, and I prayed he hadn’t made any promises on behalf of the club.

  “Just a little heroin.”

  “You mean to tell me you went rogue? You went behind the club’s back and made a deal you’re not authorized to make?” I gritted my teeth and sucked in a deep breath in a poor attempt to keep my temper in check. “Damn it, Isaac. Do you know what you’ve done?”

  The Knights of Hell and the Kings had an understanding. We didn’t touch their profitable heroin and gun-running trade, and they stayed a certain distance from our interests. It was a gentleman’s agreement.

  But, let’s face it. None of us were gentlemen.

  Who knew what kind of retaliation The Knights would unleash on The Kings.

  It was just the type of shit the club didn’t need right now.

  As clubs went, The Kings were bigger, better, and a hell of a lot smarter. But, The Knights were like an over enthusiastic kid brother—full of bravado and bite. They were just itching to pull their dicks out over some feud. The tension between the two clubs had been building for years, and Isaac had just given them a reason to release some of that tension.

  “It was an opportunity for The Kings to explore another lucrative market.”

  “It was an opportunity for The Knights to start a fucking turf war!” I seethed. Isaac had no place making this kind of deal.

  There were so many things wrong with this scenario, I didn’t know where to start. The last eighteen months had seen a lot of deals fall through for the club. In fact, we’d had a long run of bad luck lately. We didn’t need any more trouble.

  “The Kings don’t run drugs. And we sure as shit don’t make rogue deals behind our brothers’ backs,” I growled.

  “There’s money to be made here, brother,” Isaac demanded. “Good money.”

  “Not for our club, Isaac.”

  “It’s a missed opportunity for every single one of us if you don’t explore this.”

  “We’re not pieces-of-shit drug dealers!” I seethed. “We’re more honorable than that gutter-feeding bullshit.”

  “Because porn and prostitution are such noble industries,” Isaac said.

  “At least they don’t kill people. What’s a guy gonna do? Fuck himself to death?”

  Isaac ignored me, and his face remained serious. “It’s an untapped supply of coin, Cade. Lots of coin. We’ve got to take this to the table. Give our brothers an opportunity to vote on it. We can make some serious money. We need this. I need this. I’ve got a wife, a son, and another kid on the way.”

  “Bull will never go for it. None of our brothers will go for it. It’s not what we do.” I turned my back on him. He wasn’t listening. While I had anything to say about it, The Kings were never going to be drug-dealing pieces of shit.

  “Just because that’s the way it’s always been, doesn’t make it right,” Isaac continued. “It’s time to move into this century, brother.”

  My patience gone, I swung back to him. “The Kings don’t run drugs. It’s club code!”

  “It’s soft!” he yelled.

  I leaned in close and said, “It’s not soft. It’s right!”

  While his body remained ready to fight, I could see all the fight drain from his eyes. He knew he wasn’t going to convince me otherwise. No matter how many dollar signs he tried to dangle in front of me, I wasn’t going to see this deal as anything other than a really bad fucking idea!

  I ran a frustrated hand through my hair. “Who else knows?”

  “No one.” His eyes found and held mine. “But I want to bring it to the table.”

  “Have you completely lost your mind? Our granddaddy would turn in his fucking grave if you bring that shit to the table.”

  “Our granddaddy is dead, Cade. It’s time to move forward. Bring the club into the twenty-first century and not keep living by the hippy, free-love bullshit of a dead man.”

  Taking him by surprise, I grabbed him by the collar and put him up against the wall.

  “You disrespect Granddaddy again and I am going to put you through this wall. You got me?”

  Nobody was going to speak smack about my granddaddy.

  Nobody!

  Isaac nodded. I had been close to Hutch Calley right up until his death when I was thirteen years old. He was a man of honor.

  “The Kings will not touch any heroin deals. Not while I’m breathing. Understand?” He nodded again and I let him go. “Put it to bed.”

  He nodded and straightened himself. “Yeah, brother. Consider it done.”

  CADE

  Now

  That night, someone set fire to Head Quarters. The phone call woke me just after 2 am. It was Sheriff Buckman telling me that the club’s film studio was well alight and couldn’t be saved. I rang Isaac who said he would meet me outside the clubhouse in ten minutes.

  When I slipped my cut over my sweatshirt and grabbed my keys from the bowl on the table by the door, Indy appeared in the doorway. She was fully dressed and pulling her hair into a ponytail.

  “What do you think you’re doing?” I asked, shoving my billfold into the back pocket of my jeans.

  “I’m coming with you.”

  “Ahhh, no, you’re not.”

  “Ahhh, yes, I am.” She smiled up at me and kissed me quickly on the chin. “I feel like a ride.”

  “It’s 2 am.”

  “Good. Then there’ll be less traffic on the roads.”

  There was no point arguing. I would get out of there quicker if I just took her with me.

  By the time Isaac pulled up out front, we were waiting for him. He took one look at Indy on the back of my bike and raised his eyebrows to me. But he said nothing. He didn’t have to. The amused grin on his face said it all.

  We took the back highway toward Humphrey where our studios were, and as we neared, you could smell the smoke and see the glow of the flames in the distant darkness.

  Sheriff Buckman met us as we pulled up. “You know who did this?”

  “You think it’s arson?” I asked, as Indy slid off the back of my bike.

  “Like the stars are out and the moon is bright.” He nodded in the direction of the firefighters putting the last of the flames out. “This fire reeks of arson.”

  I climbed off my bike. “You’re telling me someone torched this place?”

  Buckman looked uncomfortable, glanced around and then leaned in. “You guys got something you need to fill me in on? Something I should see coming before it
shits on my doorstep?”

  “Relax, Bucky. This wasn’t us,” I said. He didn’t look convinced. “I swear to God. We’ve got no cause to torch our studios.”

  “Great.” He shook his head. “I don’t know what’s worse. A half-cocked insurance job I didn’t know about, or —”

  “Or what?” Isaac asked.

  “The person trying to get your attention.”

  It took them more than an hour to put the fire out, and what was left was a smoldering pile of rubble. More than six-million-dollars’ worth of pussy and ass, gone.

  Isaac, Indy and I did a walk around. If a rival club were responsible, then it would be easy for us to spot. To make sure we got the message loud and clear they’d leave something behind… but we found nothing. I called Nitro, because if anyone knew about fire, it was our friendly pyromaniac club member. He arrived twenty minutes later with Hawke and they did a subtle circle of the scene.

  When a falling portion of the roof injured one of the firefighters, Indy left us to tend to him until the ambulance arrived, while Nitro and Hawke met us by the smoldering rubble of what had been the entrance into the studio.

  “You find anything?” I asked Nitro.

  “It’s definitely someone’s handiwork.” His eyes skimmed the still glowing and smoky ruins of collapsed timber and steel behind us. “Probably broke in through the rear, found the film reel room and doused it with some accelerant. Gasoline.”

  “How do you know that?” Isaac asked.

  “Because it’s exactly what I’d do.” Nitro’s eyes glittered with some weird respect at the thought. “Whoever lit this wanted to cause as much damage as possible.”

  Isaac looked at me. “What do you think? Is it someone we know?”

  I glanced around feeling a rush of unease. “I don’t know.”

  “You think it’s The Knights?”

  I kicked a charred piece of rubble with my boot. Was it The Knights? Had they heard about Isaac’s rogue heroin deal and decided to send us a message?

  “Did you speak to your contact and sort out the heroin situation?” I asked.