Devil's Ride: RBMC Tonopah, NV

by Nikki Landis

  “Fuck, honey, I ain’t gonna hurt you.” A deep chuckle erupted from between his lips. “Sometimes I forget how startling the makeup can be.”

  Grim shot him a glare and tilted my chin up. “Baby, you gotta breathe for me, alright? This is Azrael. He’s my SAA. Not a danger to you at all.”

  I tried to nod but all I could do was stare deeply into the only pair of eyes that felt safe to me. Grim leaned down and pressed a light kiss on my lips.

  “Pres, what’s the word?”

  Another biker emerged and he was a lot less intimidating than Azrael. This one was somewhat normal looking. Thick hair the color of midnight was pulled back with a rubber band. He smiled and my eyes widened. Gold caps covered several of his teeth while the canines were filed into sharp points. He had a twisted and wicked grin like he was thinking about a joke in his head and it was far too naughty to share.

  “Wraith, we’ve got trouble.”

  “Tell me what you need.”

  It occurred to me that the only other guys I had met in Grim’s motorcycle club were Bodie and a huge biker named Mammoth who I later found out was the V.P. No one else ever came inside the Blacktop but I had a feeling Grim didn’t travel without a few at his side.

  It was that moment that Bodie came stumbling out of one of the bedrooms, his clothes hastily thrown on. “Fuck, Grim. Sorry, pres,” he muttered as he finished zipping up his fly.

  Grim scrubbed a hand over his face. “Listen, Razr was just here. We need to move and now. I want Trish and the entire fuckin’ perimeter secure.”

  Azrael narrowed his eyes. “Shit. You got it, pres.”

  Bodie pulled out his phone. “I’ve got the prospects watching every window and exit of this house.”

  “Good. Find Patriot and Ex. Make sure those two are up to speed. Lucky is on his way back from Reno. Call him, Wraith. I’m texting Mammoth. Check in with Xenon, Bodie. I want to know where he’s got eyes. Need to know if he can hack nearby security.”

  Bodie ticked his head once and rushed outside. Azrael followed closely behind. The festive atmosphere was gone but it wasn’t anyone’s fault except for Razr. Grim tugged me over to a couch and sat down, tugging on my hand so I joined him.

  “I’m sorry you were bothered tonight. I didn’t think you were alone. Bodie and Suraya were right next to you and I assumed I had a few minutes to talk to Rael.”

  “I’m not upset with you, Grim.”

  He appeared relieved. “Good, ’cause we need to talk, baby. I’m not sure you’re gonna like what you hear.”

  “Can you please make sure my cousin Stef is with Shadow and she’s safe first?” My hands trembled in my lap.

  “Sure.” He shot off a couple of texts. Someone responded right away. “Shadow has her. They’re leaving on his bike now. He’ll take her right home and watch over her for the afternoon.”

  “She’s sixteen. No sex,” I blurted.

  Grim snorted. He sent off another text. The response amused him. “Prospect doesn’t want his dick chopped off so he’s listening.”

  Would have been funny under different circumstances. Neither of us laughed.

  Grim’s expression sobered. “Angel, I’m sorry.”

  Trish was fuckin’ spooked. I could see it in her eyes. When I found her by the picnic bench, I thought she was having a good time until I realized she was not only alone but scanning the entire area like someone was gonna pop out any moment and stab her to death. I never saw her look so frightened and unsure. She stumbled away when I reached out. Pissed, I knew her reaction was because she thought I was in danger too.

  Now that we were inside, I needed to make sure we were good. I didn’t need her doubting us right now.

  Grasping a light hold on her chin, I kept her gaze focused on my own. “Angel, you were scared today and it’s understandable that would make you feel uncertain and question what’s between us but I don’t want you to use that as an excuse to push away from me.”

  She didn’t argue and I wanted to find Razr and fuck him up for going after my woman. He was showing me that he could find her anytime and if he wanted, he could take or harm her before I had a chance to stop him. Wasn’t going to happen but it did show me that he was on the move. I didn’t doubt that Acid was somewhere close. The two brothers were never far from one another.

  In all the years since my capture, I never got the opportunity to exact my revenge. I’d come close on multiple occasions and I’d lost a couple of good brothers along the way. Several cuts were framed and hung in the chapel. Keys, Lockjaw, and Vector all had a place of reverence on the wall. Each man was a casualty in the war with the Scorpions. Raptor’s cut was up there too.

  A reminder that nothing was permanent. Even with our Reapers, we weren’t invincible.

  “I want to take you back to the Crossroads with me.”

  She frowned. “I don’t know ––”

  “Baby,” I interrupted, “I need to know that you’re safe so I can get this shit sorted. Okay? I won’t accept anything else. You’re coming with me.”

  She sighed. “Alright.”

  My phone vibrated and I looked down, scrolling through the texts. “Spook is on his way with a cage. I’m not comfortable with you riding behind me. It’s too risky. I’m going to follow behind you on my Harley. No big deal, yeah?”

  She narrowed her eyes. “I’m not a toddler. You don’t need to butter me up or sugarcoat your words. I don’t mind driving in a car. I’m just concerned about you out in the open. What if they try to shoot you?”

  My hands lifted and I cupped her face, leaning down and pressing her lips to mine. I deepened the kiss and tried to chase away any doubt in my own head. She was right but I didn’t live my life in fear. As an extra precaution I would let my Reaper free and cover my face with a bandana. If anything happened, I’d recover quickly. Trish didn’t know about the monster that raged within. Maybe I was waiting for the right time to reveal my true nature. A part of me was terrified that she would reject him. It would be the same as rejecting me. I didn’t want to risk it. Not yet.

  When we parted, I hugged her body close. “I’m going to be fine. I’ve got a dozen badass Royal Bastards watching my back, remember?”

  “Okay, Grim.”

  Fifteen minutes later Trish was in the middle seat of one of our company SUVs. The windows were darkened and the highest quality bullet-resistant glass. We took that shit serious and installed the parts ourselves, modifying the SUVs with the best available.

  My Harley rode behind her the entire way to the Crossroads. A dozen bikes surrounded us, and it must have been a sight traveling down Hwy 95. When we arrived, the gates opened on the property and Toad let us in. The prospect shut and latched the security behind us to ensure no one else could enter unannounced.

  Royal Bastards were strategically placed around the perimeter along with state-of-the-art technology that Xenon had set up around all the buildings. There wasn’t a single space he didn’t have access to with both video and sound. You couldn’t fart without him knowing about it.

  Trish seemed overwhelmed as I opened her door and grabbed her hand, leading her inside through the common room and straight to my room. I unlocked the door and led her inside, pushing down on her shoulders lightly as she sat.

  “I’ve got to take care of this, baby. I’ll be back as soon as I can. Might take a few hours. Rest. Relax. Put your feet up. Take a nap if you want. You’re in the safest room in this entire compound. I’ll have Spook check on you and he can bring you whatever you want. Okay?”

  She bit her lip and I leaned in, kissing her anxiety away. At least, I hoped so.

  “Text if you need me. My phone will be right in front of me the whole time.”

  Trish sighed and flopped back on the bed. “Hurry back, handsome.”

  Fuck. I was already falling in love with this woman.

  ***

  Once all my brothers were inside the chapel except for the prospects and a few members from our brother chapters
from Elko and Reno, I picked up the wooden gavel I had specially made and slammed it down on the table. The ivory head was shaped in a perfect skull. Not many knew this, but Ivory was an exceptionally durable material that wasn’t easily damaged or destroyed. It wouldn’t burn and wasn’t affected by immersion in water. Not that the water part mattered but I liked the idea the gavel would hold up over time.

  I didn’t bother to sit at the head of the table as I paced the length of the chapel. My brothers remained silent until I said the first word out of respect. Tension was thick in the room and I finally snarled, picking up an empty chair and throwing it across the table as men scattered out of the way. The chair smashed into the far wall and I heard it snap. Not the least bit fazed, I kept pacing.

  “Fuckin’ Razr thinks he can fuck with me. Not gonna happen,” I announced, my voice low and full of rage. My Reaper was hovering close to the surface of my skin. I felt his wrath and need for vengeance. We’d been denied far too long, and the toll was beginning to show. “Last fuckin’ straw today. He doesn’t get to approach my ol’ lady and scare her like this. Trish is terrified. NOT. FUCKING. OKAY!” I shouted, ready to flip my shit.

  Mammoth cleared his throat. “We got your back, pres. Every single fuckin’ member here.”

  Cussing a stream of words that would impress the devil himself, I finally sank into my chair and faced my club. My hands slapped the wooden surface of the table as I hissed out my next words. “Tell me something that’s gonna help.”

  Hannibal was chewing on a long stick of sugarcane. Where he got it, I had no idea, but I knew he liked to purchase them off Amazon in bulk. “Heard there was a chase on the police scanner. Something about a biker with a scorpion on his back and a dozen guns with the serial numbers rubbed off in his possession.”

  We all stared at him as he shrugged.

  “Funny, but I happen to know this sweet little hooker on the east end of town, and she fucked him good while those guns suddenly appeared in his saddlebags. Interesting how he didn’t suspect a thing before he got pulled over by local law enforcement.”

  My head tilted to the side as I contemplated Hannibal’s words.

  “Seems the charges for illegal gun possession in Nevada carries one to five years per weapon without a conceal and carry permit. Razr is a convicted felon. Such a shame when you factor in those missing serial numbers. That’s twice the sentence plus additional fines.”

  It was quiet for about three seconds.

  A loud booming laugh left my chest as Hannibal grinned. “You sly fucker. How the hell did you manage it so fast?”

  “Got together with Xenon after Bodie called. Cashed in a couple of favors. Only took a few minutes to get it all settled.”

  Fuck. Hannibal’s connections were no joke. I’d hate to be the one that owed him a debt. He never failed to call it in. “You’re something else, brother. Thank fuck.”

  Several fists pounded the table in agreement.

  I ticked my head toward Xenon. He was finishing off a blunt. Bloodshot eyes met mine as he grinned. “Hacked a few security cameras and followed Razr’s dumbass to a bar off Hwy 95 called the Blacktop. Sent in our hooker friend and she did him in the bathroom stall. By the time he exited the bar, the guns were in his bags. Made sure the cameras malfunctioned and stopped recording as our guys went in and did their thing. Hit record again as he came out. He can’t even say it happened while he was in the bar. There’s no proof anyone touched his bike.”

  At the mention of the Blacktop I frowned. “What’s the security like at the Blacktop?”

  “Shitty and nonexistent.”

  “Not anymore. I want eyes and ears on that bar. Trish works there,” I reminded them.

  “And Suraya,” Bodie added. “She’s probably gonna sneak in your room while we’re talkin’.”

  I didn’t care about that. If it made Trish feel safer it wasn’t a big deal.

  “Anyone else?” I asked, glancing around the table.

  Nobody said anything.

  “I want Trish kept safe. Don’t care how it has to be done. Just fuckin’ do it.”

  Heads nodded. “That means the Blacktop and the apartment she shares with Suraya. I want to know what’s happening at all times. Xenon, need your eyes and ears on both places. No surprises.”

  “You got it, pres.”

  Trish was still asleep in my bed when I entered. The room was dark, but she’d left the bathroom light on and the door cracked. It was kind of cute. Like a kid who needed a nightlight. I nearly smiled until I realized her fear was the result of what happened with Razr.

  Stripping off my cut and clothes, I draped my leather over the back of a chair and tossed the rest in a heap on top of the cushion. My wallet, keys, smokes, and other essentials landed on my dresser as I crept over to the bed and placed my phone and gun on the nightstand within reach. I never went to bed without a weapon close. Eighteen years and I still hadn’t learned to trust enough to let down my guard.

  Trish was warm and soft as I slid underneath the covers and up against her side, hoping I didn’t wake her since I had other plans. She wasn’t naked and I’d have to make it clear that she wasn’t supposed to wear clothes in my bed. I couldn’t complain though since all she had on was a lacy red thong. Moving lower on the mattress, I slowly settled between her thighs, thankful she was on her back.

  My lips pressed tiny kisses up her inner thigh and I leaned in as I reached her center, inhaling her musk as I resisted the urge to growl. My Reaper wanted to burst free and I held him back. This wasn’t his moment to enjoy a fast and furious fuck. I wanted to bring her pleasure and watch her fall apart as she came.

  Lifting the thong aside, I licked at her perfect little cunny, separating her folds, and teasing her clit with my tongue before sucking the sensitive bundle of nerves into my mouth. My girl was waking up. A soft breathy moan left her lips as she moved her hips.

  “Grim.”

  My name was said like some kind of desperate prayer and I wanted nothing more than to give her all the pleasure she desired. Hooking the lacy material with my thumbs I ripped it apart and pulled her hips closer, lowering my head as I swiped upward with my tongue. My hands held her hips in place as she tried to hump my face and I thrust my tongue in and out of that sweet cavern I wanted all for my own. Pressing down on her clit, I fucked her with my tongue and rubbed circles into her nub with a couple of my fingers as she thrashed her head side to side, calling out my name.

  My real name. Not Grim.

  “Dex, Dex,” she moaned.

  Fuck. Yes.

  “Come for me, baby. Let me taste you.”

  She gripped the sheets as I continued my relentless assault, eating her up like a starving man in need of nourishment. My body was reacting to hers and my balls tightened, needing my own release. Two of my fingers slid inside that sweet tight cavern and she bucked upward. Sliding them in and out, I didn’t relent or slow my pace. Trish cried out as I felt her walls spasm around my fingers and then the gush of fluid on my tongue that proved she’d come just as I asked.

  Once I was done lapping up every drop, I swiped a hand across my mouth and rose upward, kissing up her slightly rounded belly and up to her luscious tits, teasing the nipples in turn as I bit and sucked on the rosy tips.

  “Grim,” she exhaled. “God, that feels so good.”

  I didn’t stop teasing, pinching, and pulling at the peaks with my lips and teeth until she was writhing beneath me. My mouth met hers as I lifted my head and I thrust my tongue inside. Needing, wanting, dominating her in every way. I could never get enough of this blonde siren. She called to me, pulled and tugged on my black heart. I was completely ensnared, and my Reaper was just as attached.

  She was ours.

  My cock wouldn’t be denied any longer. I sat back and palmed my erection, stroking over the rigid length and pumping up and down as I groaned. I needed inside her and I didn’t want a barrier between us. Until Trish, I never went without protection. Didn’t want my di
ck inside used pussy. This was different. With Trish, it felt right.

  “I want you bare,” I announced huskily. “You okay with that?”

  She bit her lip and then nodded. “Yes. I’m on the pill.”

  “Good.”

  Pulling her closer, I slid the crown inside her tight little channel, and I cursed aloud at how she gripped just the head. Panting, I slowly pushed inside her more before pulling back out. I was coating my dick in her juices. Didn’t want it to hurt when I fucked her because it was about to get hard and fast. I repeated this a few times until I was completely slick and then I let my body weight fall forward, hands flat on the mattress as I winked.

  “Better hold on tight, angel. I’m gonna fuck this pussy good.”

  She gushed a little at my words and it was all the encouragement I needed. My hips plunged forward as I rammed inside her in one brutally exquisite thrust and sank balls deep. I was all the way in and buried to the base. I cursed, loving how she felt as she gripped my cock like a tight glove.

  My hips began to move, gliding back and forth, in and out. Faster, deeper, I took every bit of what she offered. My hips pistoned, holding her down as I fucked her as hard as I promised. The headboard rammed against the wall so hard I was surprised it didn’t crack. When I felt my orgasm close in, I knew I wasn’t ready yet. Pulling out, I leaned down and kissed her.

  “Roll over, baby. I want to fuck you on all fours.”

  Trish gave me a naughty grin and then did as I asked, pushing that sexy round ass up in the air. I groaned when I palmed her soft skin and then slapped each cheek, delighting in the red color that rose to the surface. Trish squealed and I laughed, leaning down to kiss both cheeks and then her lower back.

  “Don’t ever say I haven’t kissed your ass, baby.”

  She giggled as I lined up my cock and then thrust back inside, gathering up her long hair and wrapping it around my hand. Her back bowed slightly as I moved my hips, grinding into her over and over again.