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

by Mellett, Manda

  Mace is watching me carefully. “Send her elsewhere,” he suggests. “You’ve got concerns, Brother. Let someone else take the rap.”

  I inhale, then exhale through my nose. I just fucking love that my brothers have got my back and have immediately gone where I went to when I first saw that property patch.

  “What did you say to her, Liz?”

  “Prez, I used a delaying tactic. Said Vi was the best person for her to speak to. She’s coming back tomorrow. Wanted to have everyone’s thoughts on it first.”

  “Prez?” Cad waggles his fingers. “I can do some searching overnight. If she’s local, or this Major is, might be able to turn something up.”

  “So,” Beef sits back in his chair, “covering a property patch doesn’t sit right with you?”

  “Worried about blowback on us,” I respond. Yeah, it worries me. First off, having a ‘Property of’ patch is more than a wedding ring to any of us, it means a commitment which should last for life. Citizens get divorced, all they need to do is remove their ring. Sure, people in MCs aren’t angels, can stray, can have relationship breakups, but a man puts a property tat on a bitch, then she’s his property. Of course, he might be an abusive fuck. She could have left him because of it, and I’ll stand with her if that’s the case. But might be, she’ll have regrets. Then on his side, removing his patch may well be something he doesn’t want her to do. Depending who he is, there might indeed be trouble for us, especially if she’s from a rival MC.

  “Leave someone else to do it,” Mace suggests for the second time. “Say we don’t have the skills to do a good job.”

  I acknowledge his suggestion, but we can do it right. Some of the other places in town don’t have the experience that we do, and I’d be loath to recommend their work. “She’s a nice woman, Mace, from what I saw. Hate to have her end up with a bad job.” I breathe in and sigh out again. “It’s big.” I hold my hands about eight inches apart, then four inches to demonstrate both height and width. “Serious work. I do reckon Vi will come up with a good idea of how to blend and cover it, but some of the other assholes we know around here? She could end up with some of it still showing through.”

  “Has she considered getting it lasered?”

  I nod at the suggestion. “Didn’t get that far. I just wondered who this Major fucker was, and whether anyone here knew.”

  Prez is the next one to sigh. “Vi’s got my patch on her. I’d hate if she wanted it removed. Not sure I’d take it out on the asshole doing the job, though.”

  “But you’re reasonable,” Hell suggests. “You know Violet wouldn’t get rid of your mark without good reason. Liz here is right. If this Major fucker thinks property is his for life, it could come back to us. I agree with Mace. Send her someplace else.”

  “Of course,” Thunder, the sergeant-at-arms puts in, “Major might not be in an MC at all.”

  “What was she like, Liz?”

  I turn to our road captain, Sparky. “Nervous. Scared.”

  Pal laughs. “So, like most of your customers then.”

  He’s right. I just nod. That she’d had a tat before only means she knows what to expect, and something as big as the one she’s got was most probably painful.

  Prez pinches the bridge of his nose, then looks up. “Okay. Cad, do your stuff. If you don’t turn anything up about this man Major, then I’ll leave it to you, Liz. Don’t much like the idea of a bitch having a tat when she doesn’t want the man anymore, whatever he feels about it. If you go ahead, then we’ll be behind you.”

  “And if we find he’s MC?”

  Again Prez’s shoulders rise and fall. “Then it depends on whether we’re friendly or not, and what his position is. I’ll maybe talk to their prez and find the lay of the land. If it’s going to cause problems, we’ll have to turn her away, or persuade her to go back and sort it out. Property is club property after all. Pretty serious step to get her marked in the first place, maybe she doesn’t realise how serious removal is too.”

  Yeah, right. Leave the decision to me.

  I must have been glaring as Mace raises his hand. “I’ll go with Liz tomorrow. See what I think of her too. Could help if Liz and I put our heads together on what’s best to do.”

  I’m more grateful than the enforcer knows. This is why I’d never put myself forward for an officer job, making the right decision is not my forte. I never quite trust myself.

  That sorted, Prez brings us back to the agenda. Devil’s Pins is under the microscope next. I only half listen to Rusty’s report, an image of Shayla’s haunted eyes still in my head.

  When the meeting ends, Mace claps his hand to my shoulder as we walk out the door, pausing to retrieve our phones. “I told Titsy and Breezy to wait outside my room. You still game?”

  “Yeah.” I grin. A good session of fucking will clear my head. “Whatcha got, Mace?”

  “New handcuffs, spreader bar and a violet wand.”

  “Yeah?” I repeat, my lips curving more.

  “Ginger butt plugs too.”

  Now I’ve a vision in my head of those girls squirming when they’re on my cock, leg’s held open so they can’t escape the burn in their asses. “You’re a cruel motherfucker, aren’t you?”

  He chuckles. “I am the enforcer. I like torture, what can I say?”

  Breezy and Titsy are leaning against the door to his room. Mace unlocks it and stands aside to let the three of us precede him in, then he picks up a bag by the side of the bed and empties the contents on the comforter. He throws down a handful of condoms for good measure.

  I swear both girls eyes brighten as they see the goodies he’s bought, picking up the fur-lined cuffs and toying with them in their hands, until Titsy picks up the ginger.

  “Uh-uh,” she says, shaking her head and inching away. “I am not into figging.” She looks hopefully toward Mace. “Unless this is for you?” She turns to me. “Or you?”

  “Nah, sweetheart. All for you. Now, shall we start?” He looks my way and winks. I’m happy for him to lead this show. Mace knows what he’s doing and I’m just here to watch, to learn, oh, and to enjoy. From the girl’s reaction they’re not so sure the pleasure will be theirs tonight.

  Did I say Mace is evil and I may have a bit of that streak myself? Hell yeah.

  Nodding toward me and then the second pair, Mace takes the nearest set of handcuffs and soon Breezy is restrained to the convenient rails of the headboard on his bed. I’m less than a moment behind him having Titsy imprisoned too. Again I copy him as he takes a couple of pillows and as he tucks them under Breezy’s stomach, I do the same to Titsy. Soon the girls are face down with asses up, and we soon have their shorts and panties torn off. Next it’s the spreader bars which we attach to their ankles and then fasten to the foot of the bed.

  They might be protesting, but their wide-open pussies are glistening with anticipation.

  Mace then starts to prepare the ginger. Both girls turn their heads toward him and watch with wide-open eyes as he pares down each root so that it forms a four inch finger. He digs a small channel out near the base to form a ring that makes them look like butt plugs.

  I’ve never played with ginger before. I can imagine the effects, but have never witnessed it. Something tells me I’m going to enjoy this.

  Mace wets the ginger thoroughly with cold water from the bathroom sink.

  “No lube?”

  “No,” he replies to me. “Lube is oily and will block the effect.” With an evil chuckle he adds, “And we want them to get the most from the experience, don’t we?”

  The girls both continue protesting as he and I approach. I’ve played with butt plugs before, so treat this the same. With my fingers, I carefully expose Titsy’s rosebud, then, to her objections, start pushing my finger of ginger in. When she clenches, I slap her ass, and she relents.

  She sighs a little when it’s seated.

  “There, that’s not too bad, is it?” asks Mace with a knowing wink in my direction. “Liz, come was
h your hands. You do not want ginger in your eyes.”

  Heaven forbid. I follow him and stand by his side at the sink. “How long?” I ask him quietly.

  “Not long at all.”

  “Oooh. Ow. Oh, take it out.” Breezy’s voice starts sounding from behind me.

  “Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow!” shouts Titsy.

  Mace is chuckling. “There we go.” He walks back into the bedroom and slaps Breezy’s ass.

  “Ow! Asshole! Motherfucker!” She screeches as she automatically clenches her butt cheeks then releases them when it tightens her anus on that ginger.

  Of course, I have to try the same thing. At Titsy’s loud protest, I begin to hope brothers in the adjacent rooms have ear plugs.

  Both girls now start to writhe. “Fuck me, for fuck’s sake,” yells Breezy.

  “There we go,” says Mace. “Makes them feel fuckin’ horny. You ready to oblige, Brother?”

  Too right I am. Jeans and boots are quickly off and condoms are on.

  My cock must increase the sensations. Titsy’s, well, I’m not quite sure whether she’s trying to get me off, or trying to dislodge the ginger, but she’s soon clamping around my cock, coming and coming. I hold off, thinking of everything but the pressure on my dick, practiced at prolonging this.

  I hammer and thrust using my hands to push her buttocks together or slap her, making her jump. She’s pushing back against me, coming and then again, until her orgasms are almost continuous. Seems the ginger is really doing its stuff. I’m determined not to blow my load before Mace, but I can’t hold off. The way Titsy’s using my cock is just too much, and that final squeeze… well, I’m a goner.

  I’m pleased to see Mace isn’t far behind me.

  Both girls have now collapsed onto the bed, both groaning and sated, but no longer complaining.

  “It’s worn off,” Mace tells me, grinning.

  Well, that was an experience. We get the girls untied and unfigged, then turn them over. My cock is ready for another round, and Titsy’s still got more in her.

  “You want my ass?” she says, impudently.

  I growl against her ear. “Not fuckin’ likely.” I don’t want to burn and risk my dick falling off.

  In the end, I come three times before the girls shuffle unsteadily out of Mace’s room. Picking up my jeans, boots and cut, I follow them out, closing the door behind me, unconcerned my dick’s swinging free as I walk to my room. I shower, go to bed and fall into a dreamless sleep.

  Exhausted, I’m lost to the world, only woken when my phone pings the chimes of the morning alarm. I shut it down, roll onto my back and again close my eyes.

  My lips move as I mouth, I’m Lizard, otherwise known as Norton James. I ride with the Satan’s Devils MC and have done for the past ten years. I’m thirty-eight years old, and my birthday is… my birthday is the tenth of January. The current President of the United States is… well, who can forget that name? I’m a tattoo artist and I run Devil’s Ink on behalf of my brothers. I’ve no ties, no family and that’s the way I intend to stay.

  Today is going to be a good day.

  Chapter Three

  Vanna

  “Hey, bitch, what’s up?” Lindy opens her door with her normal greeting, then her face falls when she catches sight of my reddened swollen eyes and blotchy complexion. “Wine. And chocolate. Or vodka. Does this call for the strong shit?”

  And this is exactly why she’s my best friend. As she steps back, I take her unspoken invitation and walk forward into her apartment.

  “I take it he’s being an ass again?”

  “Oh, Lindy.” Shaking my head, I try to get out the words. “It’s worse.”

  “Okay. So he’s progressed from ass to asshole. Come on. I’ll get the shot glasses.”

  “Coffee,” I correct. “I can’t afford to…”

  Another look at me, then she tugs at my hand. “Come on, sit down. Tell Auntie Lindy everything.”

  As I take a seat on her comfortable sofa after kicking off my shoes, I hear her filling a kettle, then cupboards opening and shutting. Soon she’s approaching me with a tin of candy in her hands.

  “English chocolate. The best kind,” she announces. “An English friend of mine sent them.”

  “You know I love your friend, right?”

  “I do. And I’ve told her.” She laughs and pushes the bar of milk chocolate toward me, knowing that’s my favourite.

  It’s a sign of how bad I’m feeling that I don’t refuse, even knowing that’s the one she likes best too. But like the good friend that she is, she picks up a Milky Way and starts munching that instead.

  “Spill. What’s happened now?” she asks, licking chocolate off her fingers.

  “Hotwiring a car. Driving it away. Rolling it into a ditch.” I list my son’s misdemeanours. “The police are involved.”

  “Fuck.” Her eyes widen. “Is he going to have to do time?”

  I blow out a breath, the strand of hair that’s fallen over my face lifting with it. “I’m hoping for probation, but it’s only a matter of when, not if, before he goes down.” This isn’t the first time he’s gotten into trouble, and I know it won’t be the last.

  “Being caught might knock some sense into him,” she contradicts. “Having to face up to what he’s done might do him some good.”

  But I know my son. “He’ll meet others inside, even in juvie. He’ll either be hurt or will get into a gang for when he comes out.” As she goes to speak again, I wave her down. “I’ve got a lawyer, fuck knows I can’t afford it, but I wasn’t going to leave it to the public defender. She intimated if he’s not put away, they might look at his home situation and put him into a foster home if they think I’m an inadequate mother.”

  “Oh, Vanna.” Her hand reaches over and covers mine. “You’ve done everything you can for that boy. You’ve lived for him, given your soul for him. You’re the best mom in the world. A lot of moms don’t do half of what you’ve done. You’ve been to every football game he’s played in, stood on the sidelines in freezing snow. You’ve been there for him, helping him with school.”

  “It hasn’t worked though, has it, Lindy? I could never make up for his father not being around.”

  “Hang on. Let me get that coffee.” She gets up, walks off, and returns shortly after, carrying two cups and puts them down. Mine is white with two sugars, just as I like it.

  She blows on hers to cool it, takes a sip too soon and winces, then places it on the table. “Lots of kids are brought up with only one parent, Vanna.”

  “And they do alright,” I finish for her. “Perhaps it’s me. I’ve tried my best, but as it turns out, that’s not good enough. Nothing I’ve done has worked.”

  “Where is he now? School?”

  My head moves up then down. “Yes. I’m picking him up. He’s not allowed to go anywhere else. I want him under my eye.”

  “So that’s why you’re not drinking?”

  “First, I’m driving, so yeah. And second…”

  She grimaces, understanding what I’ve not yet said. “You’re giving no one any more ammunition.”

  Exactly. I place my own coffee on the table and lean my head back against the sofa. Castiel, Cas as he’s known, is my fourteen-year-old wayward son. He gets into trouble more than he’s out of it. Maybe it’s because I don’t have a man who can help me keep him in line, or maybe I should just acknowledge the truth of it. When things went bad, they affected my son.

  “He still has nightmares, Lindy.”

  “Still?” Her eyebrows arch. “The same ones?”

  “About his father leaving and denying him?” My lips press together. “I don’t know, but he shouts out at night.”

  “It’s been ten years, Vanna. Surely he can’t remember what happened that long ago? He was only four.”

  “I don’t know,” I admit. “Maybe it’s down to me not handling it properly. I’ve tried to explain to him, but he’s never been able to understand. Maybe if I’d told him his father was de
ad, it would be easier for him to accept.”

  “It’s not down to you, Vanna. You always expected him to come back, it’s just that he never did. You never wanted to close the door and kept it open.”

  She’s right. I did. I never stopped hoping. “What am I to do?” Sitting forward, I put my head in my hands, rubbing my eyes then drawing my fingers down my cheeks. “Cas is going through his teenage angst, and all this just adds to it. I can’t remember him ever being a happy little boy, despite everything I tried to do. I don’t know what’s going to happen to him, but something has to change. We can’t go on like this. Lindy, I’m scared I’m going to lose him.” To jail, to a gang, or to a foster home. “What am I to do?” I repeat.

  “Get married again.”

  I hold up my hand with my wedding band still on my third finger of my left hand. “I still am.”

  But that doesn’t put a dent in her stride. “Divorce his ass and take him to the cleaners while you’re at it. You’ve never asked for a penny, have you?”

  I haven’t. That’s down partly to pride, but also for the sake of the man I promised to love forever. It’s meant I’ve been a working mom and Cas a latch-key kid when he was old enough to be left on his own.

  “I don’t want another man,” I tell her, my mouth quirking slightly. “I can’t get involved with someone just so he’d be a good influence on my son.”

  “You can’t go through life moping after a man who doesn’t want you, Vanna.” Lindy picks up her coffee and starts drinking now that it’s cooled. “What are you going to do when Cas is grown and moved away? He’s going to one day, you know?”

  “For now, he needs me. He’s only got one parent. I’ve got to be there for him. How would I have time to go on dates anyway, and I’d need to, to meet a man? It’s not like I can pop one into my basket at Walmart.” After all this time, I might entertain the idea if it was that easy. I’ve been on my own for far too long. Sex I can probably take or leave as long as I have my trusty vibrator and a few inspirational books on the side, but it’s the comfort of someone else being there, someone to share all the joys and tribulations that I feel I’m missing out on. But Cas would see that as another betrayal, and he’s had far too much of that already in his short life. He needs me, whether or not he wants to. I know him too well. He’d be suspicious if I brought home a man, and would probably rebel even more.