Satan’s Devils MC -Colorado Box Set: Books 4-6

by Mellett, Manda

  As I continue to kiss her, her breathing speeds up. She becomes an active participant, one of her hands holding my head to her. I deepen the kiss, she responds, her tongue following mine when it retreats. Her hips start moving against my own, and my cock hardens again. Who am I kidding? I’m hard all the time I’m with her; any time I have my hands on her my dick responds.

  I nearly lost her. Fuck. I’m not even sure why the thought makes my heart beat fast in something like terror, how close I came to seeing her walk out of my life. The relief I feel that I have another chance with her has taken me by surprise. It’s too early, I don’t know what’s at our destination if we ever reach it at all, but I’m determined I’m going to stick in there and hang on for this ride. She’s worth it.

  Her hands are now clutching at me, little moans coming out of her mouth, she’s grinding against me and I wonder if she knows she’s doing it. My cock throbs as our kiss grows more frantic.

  Still with my tongue toying with hers, I push her backwards and roughly tumble her down onto the bed. At last parting our mouths, I gasp, “I need you.”

  “I need you, Ink.”

  That’s all the permission I require before I make short work of removing her boots, jeans and panties, leaving her top on as I’m too impatient. Then her legs are over my shoulders and my mouth finds her cunt so fast it makes her gasp.

  “Ink!”

  I’m relentless, remorseless, when I find her wet and oh so ready.

  “There, no… Up a bit… There.”

  Her instructions make me chuckle, knowing my voice is vibrating against that sensitive bundle of nerves. “Now who’s trying to take what they want?”

  She stills, then giggles softly. “But Ink—”

  I growl and raise my head, while slapping her ass cheek. “You’ll get what I want to give you. When you’re in my bed this is mine, understand?” Then I go back to what I was doing.

  I already know it turns her on when I take charge, or at least when it’s her pleasure I’m chasing. I certainly don’t need her guidance, I know my way around a woman’s body, and it hasn’t taken me long to learn hers. It’s only a minute before her thighs start to tighten around me, her muscles rippling and clenching and then she’s screaming.

  Her taste has got me so hard, it’s only this side of painful.

  I stare down at her. “Fuck, Beth. I don’t know what you do to me.”

  “Is this going to be another six condom night?” she asks, impudently, a challenge in her eyes.

  “Christ, you’re going to be the death of me. Is that all you’re here for?” I give an exaggerated sigh.

  “Why else do you think I’m here?” She chuckles, brazenly.

  Good question. “Because you can’t resist me?” Fuck knows, I can’t resist her.

  “Well you have got a magic cock.”

  That pulsating organ is what she homes in on now, reaching down, circling my length with her hand, and I hiss, even her touch feels better than anyone else’s ever has.

  Stretching over to the bedside table for a condom, I push her hand away and quickly sheave myself. “I can’t wait,” I tell her, my voice sounding harsh with my need to be inside her.

  I turn her, manoeuvre her onto her knees and thrust inside. Her cunt clutches at me as though trying to pull me in further. There’s a handprint on one cheek that’s reddening nicely, so I place a matching one on the other side making her jerk.

  “Ink!” she cries out, thrusting her hips back against me.

  I love how much she likes my hand on her ass, how it arouses her.

  Now I regret not fully undressing her, so I reach around and improvise, pushing her top up and squeezing my hands on those tits. I always thought I preferred them larger, but that they fit nicely into my palms is actually a turn on.

  Thank fuck her bra is again another which fastens in the front. When I flick it open her breasts topple out, leaving me free to pinch her nipples.

  Christ, I love it when she jumps and I’m deep inside her. “Ink,” she cries out, but not in protest. “Will you move for fuck’s sake,” she wails while I’m concentrating on her tits.

  I slap her ass again. “Who’s in charge?”

  For an answer, she pushes back against me, rolling her hips which makes my cock jerk. I might think I’m driving this, but she’s giving as good as she gets. Christ, I fucking love her reactions to me. She takes everything I give her and still comes back for more. Testing me, pushing me. Keeping it spontaneous.

  I squeeze her tits tightly and thrust once, hard, inside her. “Who’s in charge?” once more I ask.

  Again, she pushes back against me, making me smile.

  Leaning over her, I place my lips next to her ear. “I think you’ll find I’m the one in control.”

  Sliding my hand under my pillow, I remove what I’d left there. Those nipple clamps in the same shade of blue to match her hair.

  I take her by surprise when I clip one on. She jumps. “Ow!”

  “Breathe.” I’m grinning when I make the helpful suggestion and clip on the other one. “You’ve worn them before.”

  “Ouch! Oh my God!”

  She’s arched her back as if to get away from the feeling. I smooth my hand up and down her back, repeating my instruction that she should draw in air. She does, and a delightful shudder goes through her, playing hell with my cock.

  “How are you feeling?” I check in.

  “Like I want you to fucking move.”

  Laughing out loud this time, I do oblige her. Starting with a fresh thrust in, pulling out, then pressing in. Each time I slide out, her tight cunt feels like a vacuum trying to draw me back. Suddenly this position is not good enough. I want to see her red nipples adorned with the clamps. She objects when I pull out, but I’ve soon turned her over and am back inside, my arms hooked under her legs, and her ass resting against my thighs. With each renewed thrust, her breasts jiggle, making those clamps bounce.

  Our eyes meet as I start hammering inside her. Our gaze fixed, hers only breaking when she suddenly tenses and screams. The rippling of her muscles makes it hard for me not to give in and follow her over. But I pride myself on giving the woman I’m with a good time, and she’s got another orgasm or two in her.

  I slow my pace, waiting until she’s ready to start building again, then fasten. This time, just as she’s at the point when she begins to tense, I reach forward and remove those clamps.

  She gives out a piercing scream and her body convulses from the joint assault of both pleasure and pain at the same time.

  The sight of those cherry red swollen nipples and the feel of them under my hands as I try to soothe them makes me lose it myself, and I come hard. So fucking hard I see stars.

  Has it ever felt this good before? If it has, I don’t remember.

  Slipping out, I roll over onto my back, pulling her to me, loving the feel of this woman in my arms. We fit, like I have with no other.

  Big men often say they like a small woman they can feel protective over, that’s certainly true of Pyro and Mel. For some reason that’s never appealed to me. Someone by my side literally sharing my view of the world, I find far more alluring. Someone I don’t fear will break when I manhandle her. Someone who can take what I want to dish out, well, within reason of course. I risk a glance at her face, her eyes are half-closed, but she’s smiling. Seems she’s got no objections to the way she’s just been fucked.

  I’m driven to check. “Beth. I’m dominant. I can’t help it. Was it too much?”

  She turns, and her eyes rest on mine, and her lips curve. “Not enough. Can we try that again?”

  I laugh and do my best to oblige.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Ink

  We make love again, this time more gently, and then predictably a third condom wrapper hits the bin. She’s fucking close to perfection, and it hits me I don’t want to see her leave in the morning.

  Without stopping to analyse the reason, I ask her, “Want to hang aro
und here tomorrow?”

  Her brow creases. “Not much point now my riding lesson is cancelled. Maybe it’s for the best if I’m at home in case Connor comes around.”

  I’ve never asked a woman to hang out with me before and it irks me she seems to be slapping me down. It isn’t just my cock she’s after, is it? I frown. Would be turning the tables for her to just want some dick. Nah, can’t be that, surely?

  “What’s up?”

  I decide not to go there, talking about feelings isn’t my thing, asking instead, “Has your brother been in touch?”

  “No, but that doesn’t mean he won’t just turn up.” I might not like discussing my thoughts, but it seems she’s fine sharing hers. “I’m worried, Ink. I don’t know him anymore. Sure, him doing business in Pueblo and needing a base isn’t too much of a stretch, but Mom’s right to be suspicious about what he might intend to use the house for. Even him coming or going at all hours would be disruptive. He’s a virtual stranger nowadays, and it feels like he’s exploiting his relationship to us.”

  “What kind of shit is he into?”

  Her head moves to one side then to the other. “I’m not sure, which is why I’m worried. Not doing an honest day’s work, that’s for certain. Anything where there’s easy money to be had, I suspect. You’ve seen him, Ink. He’s big, threatening looking. Wasn’t shy of using his fists. So I wouldn’t be surprised to find Phil running a protection racket, and Connor being the muscle to collect.”

  “But you don’t know.”

  “I don’t know.”

  My brow creases. Couldn’t be, could it? A new business venture in Pueblo? As casually as I can, I ask her, “Connor ever have anything to do with drugs?”

  She startles and turns to me. “No, and he wouldn’t.”

  “Why so certain, Beth? You said, you don’t know him now.”

  “I know the boy that he was,” she insists.

  I’d meant to ask Cad to check out both him and her dad, now I’ve got another reason to know. One thing I don’t like is coincidences. What was her dad’s name? Philip… Phil Foster. That was it. I make a mental note to ask our tech expert soon. See if I can find out what Phil and Connor are into, and what trouble it might bring to Beth and her mom’s door.

  I can understand why she’d want to be at home. In my view, whatever Connor’s involved in, he’s a waste of space and they’re right not to give him the run of their home. He is also intimidating. I feel relieved she’s not leaving without good reason.

  “Tomorrow morning, when I leave here, first I’ll go to the gym. It’s too icy to run at the moment, so I’ll train there instead.”

  “We’ve got some shit here. I train with weights. What do you need?” I get a vision of her all sweaty, wearing skimpy shorts and working out alongside me.

  “Elliptical trainer. Treadmill.”

  Those we haven’t got. When I train, like everyone else, I just use a corner put aside in the basement. Maybe I’ll get the club to invest in getting our own gym facilities. Beef might be keen, Tucson had a fully kitted out one. I’d often considered utilising one of the large derelict outbuildings that used to be part of the mill. Now it’s lodged there, I can’t get the image of Beth and I training together out of my head.

  Set up a gym so I can train with her? That’s starting to sound long-term. The idea doesn’t make me squirm. Beth, me, and a future?

  In the meantime. “Which gym do you go to?”

  She mentions one of the popular ones where I wouldn’t be seen dead. Not serious in my view, but good enough for citizens who want to keep fit. It’s not got a bad reputation, so at least she’ll be safe.

  “How long will you be there?”

  “A couple of hours.” She huffs a quick laugh. “I’ll have plenty of time. If he’s coming, Connor wouldn’t arrive until much later. My brother’s always been allergic to mornings.”

  “You want me to come around to help deal with him?” I may have an ulterior motive. That would give us more time together.

  But she shoots me down. “I can’t impose on you to do that. As long as I’m with Mom, he should behave.”

  “You call me,” I tell her. “I’m just a couple of key presses away.” Then a thought occurs to me, Keep your friends close, your enemies closer. “Ever considered giving him a place to stay could mean you find out what he’s doing?”

  “Mom and I have talked about it, of course. But she’s worried he might bring people back who we wouldn’t want to stay. Or, he might want a place to store stolen goods. Maybe Phil’s a fence, I don’t know.”

  “You and your mom don’t think much of your brother, do you?”

  She sits up fast. “I love my brother,” she says forcefully looking down at me. “It’s Phil I don’t trust. Connor’s a good man deep down inside, and if we’ve got a chance to bring that side of him back out, Mom and I will do everything we can to achieve that.”

  “But you won’t let him stay in your house.”

  “No. Not unless he breaks it off with Phil. That’s the bargain. We’ll let him back into our lives when he’s not in Phil’s clutches anymore.”

  Will they be able to extract Connor from his life of crime? Pulling her back down, I let her head rest on my chest, while thinking I’m not sure. Easy money is hard to give up and exchange for a nine-to-five.

  “If he gives you any trouble, you use my number. I mean it Beth. Hell, tell me if he turns up. I’ll come around anyway. I don’t like the idea of him losing his temper again.” I didn’t take to Connor, didn’t take to him one bit.

  “You mean it, don’t you?”

  “I couldn’t mean it more.” I nuzzle the top of her head as she yawns, then give her as much as I feel I can. “I care for you, babe. Don’t want you hurt.”

  “You’ve worn me out Ink.”

  “Go to sleep, babe.”

  As she turns her back toward me, I pull her against my chest. Gradually her body goes limp, but I lie awake in a quandary, uncertain of what to do. Every time I see her, I just want her more. I already know it’s going to be hard to let her go in the morning, and not just because that asshole of a brother may turn up, but because I’m starting to think of giving her a place in my world.

  What would it be like to have a woman of my own? Could I commit to just one pussy for the rest of my life? How did my brothers know when it was right to put their patch on a woman? Hmm, my patch. Seeing my name tattooed on her? Fucking amazing.

  What the hell am I thinking? I’m Ink, I’m a confirmed bachelor. Surely, I couldn’t see myself with a woman and kids in tow? That isn’t me. Is it?

  I think of Mel, and how she looked before she lost her kid, that baby bump beginning to show. What would Beth look like? Would I find the same look of amazement and joy on my face that I’d witnessed on Pyro’s when Mel had announced she was pregnant again?

  Does Beth even want kids?

  As I lie here, each breath I breathe in carrying her scent, I realise why I’ve never wanted to spend the night with a woman before, it’s because they weren’t right, they weren’t Beth. I know right now I’d be happy to have her in my bed every night.

  Tomorrow, we’ll have a talk. I need to find out where her head’s at, and whether she’s thinking along the same lines.

  With thoughts I never expected in my head but also a feeling of contentment, my own eyes close and I follow her into sleep.

  “Hey.” Feeling movement as she gets off of the bed, I stretch out my hand and pick up my phone, then glare. “It’s six am, babe.”

  “Gym, I told you.”

  Can’t deny she had. But at the ass crack of dawn?

  “You want to do something later?” I try to sound nonchalant, but inside I’m crossing my fingers, hoping she’ll say yes. Now’s not the right time, but later I’ll broach with her, some of the thoughts I had last night. See if we can move this on, admit it’s not just sex.

  “Tonight?”

  I shrug. “Why not? Unless you’ve got to be home
in case Connor turns up.”

  She considers for a moment. “I can’t spend all my time sitting around waiting. If he doesn’t turn up, I could come back later on. If that’s what you’re asking.”

  “You up for another party?” I wink at her.

  She raises a brow. “Like I saw much of last night’s, you didn’t give me much of a chance before you dragged me back to your cave.”

  “We could have stayed.” My eyebrows waggle suggestively.

  “I don’t see myself taking part in a live porn show, Ink.”

  “Never say never, doll.” I don’t mind a bit of exhibitionism myself. Hmm. The idea of thrusting into Beth while my brothers watched, all knowing she was mine and while they could look, they couldn’t touch, makes my cock hard. I palm it.

  She ignores what I’m doing. “Right. I’m off. Er, thanks for last night, Ink.”

  “Come here, doll.” I pull her to me and, ignoring the fact I haven’t yet brushed my teeth, meld my lips to hers and make sure she says goodbye properly. I place her hand on my cock, but she’s having no mercy.

  “Save it for later,” she whispers with a wink.

  And then, she’s gone.

  I’m totally fucked. As soon as the door closes behind her, I realise I miss her.

  I take care of my throbbing cock myself then wipe my chest clean with last night’s discarded tee, after which I go back to sleep. At a decent time, I awake and shower, regretting I’m washing away her unique perfume. Then at last I’m ready to face the day.

  I see him as soon as I descend the metal stairs to the clubroom. “Cad!”

  His pale as death face stares up at me, reminding me why we call him Cadaver. “What can I do for you?”

  “Phil Foster. He lives in Denver. Dabbles in illegal shit. Can you try and dig up some info on him? See if you can find out exactly what he’s into?”

  Cad bows his head for a moment and rubs red eyes which look sore from staring too long at a screen. “I can try if you don’t mind it going into the queue. Got some other shit I need to do first. It would be good to have a few more details.”