Stranded (Boys Behaving Badly Book 4)

by Delilah Devlin

  So, what the fuck was she doing working in a place like this?

  Shelly released her grip and slid down his body. He wrapped one arm around her shoulders, keeping her close. “I’m so glad you finally arrived,” she told him. The entreaty in her eyes begged him to play along.

  “Business took longer than usual,” he told her.

  Relief crossed her face before she nodded. “How about I get you a drink?”

  He needed more than a drink, but that was as good a place as any to start. “Sure, babe.” He kissed the top of her head and headed toward the bar with her still tucked to his side.

  “Join us.” The voice from the table in the corner carried over the music. It also wasn’t a suggestion.

  Ellis patted Sherry’s firm and kissable ass. “Get me that drink, babe.” Aware of every eye on him, he strolled toward the table, taking in the four men in a glance. “Ellis Smith,” he told them.

  The one who’d spoken shoved out a chair with his foot. “Deke, president of the Mad Dogs.”

  Shit, what the hell had Sherry gotten herself mixed up in? These were not men to fuck around with. Sherry hurried to the table and placed a glass of whiskey in front of Deke before setting a bottle of beer in front of him. She’d remembered the brand he favored.

  He grabbed her arm and tugged her down onto his lap, wanting to keep her close if the shit was about to hit the fan.

  “I was beginning to think Sherry was lying when she said she had an old man.” Deke leaned back in his chair, but Ellis wasn’t fooled one bit. The man was angry, and an angry man was a dangerous one.

  “I’m very real.” Sensing Sherry’s tension, he ran his hand up and down her rigid back.

  Deke laughed, but there was nothing even vaguely humorous in the sound. “So you are. Seems your old lady is loyal and wasn’t just using you as an excuse to put me off.”

  Well, fuck. What would have happened to her if he hadn’t walked in? The pictures in his head weren’t pleasant. He was torn between taking Sherry over his knee and paddling her sweet ass and kissing her senseless. How had she managed to put herself in such danger?

  Didn’t matter. Nothing did. Sure, her dilemma threw a wrench in his plans, but those would take a backseat now. Nothing was more important than getting Sherry safely away from here. “I keep my woman too satisfied for her to stray.”

  Deke’s dark brown eyes narrowed. “You left her on her own for quite a spell.”

  Ellis sized up the men at the table. They all looked as though they not only knew how to fight but didn’t mind starting one. “Business. You know how it is.” That was vague enough.

  “And what business do you have around here?” Deke leaned forward, menace in every word. “This is our territory.”

  “Absolutely none. I just got back from out west. Vegas.” That was equally vague.

  “You’ve been away a long while. You must be itching to fuck your woman. She’s one fine piece of ass.”

  Ellis carefully schooled his expression into a neutral mask. He wanted to smash Deke’s face with his beer bottle. It wasn’t anything he hadn’t heard said a hundred times growing up as he had. But never had he expected to hear anyone say such a thing about Sherry. She’d always been his shining light, with her curly mop of blonde hair and soft blue eyes.

  She did have a smoking hot body, all curves with breasts that were a handful, and he had big hands. Having her sitting on his lap wasn’t helping. His dick was at attention, remembering what it felt like all those years ago to be buried in her sweet body.

  “Yeah, I missed her.” His voice was rough with emotion. He hadn’t realized just how much until he’d laid eyes on her.

  Deke gave a sly smile and waved his hand. “Don’t let us stop you.” The other men at the table laughed.

  Sherry glanced nervously at him. “I should get back to work.”

  “Hey, Jack,” Deke called out. “Sherry’s done for the night. Her old man’s back.” He leered at her chest. “I’ve been wanting to see her tits. Go ahead and fuck her.”

  Sherry was both scared out of her mind and more aroused than she’d been in years. No other man had ever had this effect on her. Only Ellis. They’d been lovers for six months before he’d left, leaving some bullshit letter about her being better than him. Yeah, she was so good he’d had no trouble abandoning her, leaving her alone in the world.

  Screw him. Well, not literally. Okay, so maybe she did want to fuck him but definitely not with an audience watching.

  Ellis caught a handful of her hair in his hand and dragged her head close. He didn’t ask as she had earlier. He simply took. His kiss was devastating to her senses. His tongue mapped every corner of her mouth. His grip on her was unbreakable, not that she tried to get away.

  She had no idea what would happen between them once the night was over. Only she knew about the impending raid. All she had to do was to keep her head for a couple more hours. Easier said than done with Ellis kissing her.

  Then he cupped one of her breasts and squeezed. A low moan broke from her lips. She heard Bull laugh and Killer snicker. She opened her eyes a crack, just enough to see Deke. He wasn’t amused.

  No, he looked pissed. And that was dangerous with them surrounded by his men. He could easily kill Ellis and rape her before help ever arrived. There was no help coming from any quarter, not until the appointed time. Until then, it was her and Ellis.

  They were on their own.

  She had to complete her assignment and protect Ellis. She had no idea why he was really here. Whatever it was, it couldn’t be good. It wasn’t surprising he’d gotten caught up in a biker gang. After all, it was the life he’d grown up in. She’d always hoped for more for him.

  As though sensing her distraction, Ellis caught her lower lip between his teeth and bit lightly in punishment. She couldn’t suppress a gasp, and he took advantage, thrusting his tongue back into her mouth. God, she loved the taste of him, had missed his gentle possession. Because as tough as he’d been, as hard as he’d grown up, he’d always been good to her, always treated her like she was special, that she mattered.

  “Fuck her,” Deke ordered.

  Ellis shoved his hand under her tank top and kept going, pushing her bra out of the way until he was touching her bare breast. She knew no one could see anything with his hand covering her. Plus, the rest of the bar was dimly lit. Still, she felt as though she was on public display.

  He rubbed his thumb over the taut nipple before giving it a light pinch. Her panties were damp, damn him. It should have been impossible, but there was something about him she couldn’t resist.

  Before she knew what was happening, he’d yanked her top over her head and tossed it aside. Her bra followed, leaving her topless. Her back was to everyone but those at the table. Heart pounded she automatically crossed her arms in front of her.

  Bull swore. “Her tits are gorgeous.” He reached out his hand. A sharp blade slammed down on the table, barely missing Bull’s fingers before he yanked them back.

  “What the fuck was that?” he demanded.

  “You don’t touch my woman.” Ellis yanked the big bowie knife from the wood and slid it back into the sheath inside his vest. “Not when I haven’t touched her in weeks.”

  Bull held up his hands. “Okay, man.”

  Ellis stood with her in his arms with her chest flattened against his. She wrapped her arms around him but kept her gaze on Deke.

  “Sit the fuck down,” Deke ordered.

  “No.” There was no fear, no anger, no emotion of any kind in his voice. “I’m going to go fuck my woman. I know you’re all eager to see my dick, but that’ll have to wait for another time.” Then he nuzzled her neck. “There a stockroom or office around here?”

  God, her heart was going so fast it was a wonder it didn’t rip out of her chest. “Stockroom.” She pointed.

  “You ain’t leaving,” Deke told them.

  “Wasn’t planning on it,” Ellis told them. “I get her first.”
r />   Deke sat back and laughed before waving his hand. “Enjoy her than bring her back.”

  What? What was going on? Surely, she’d misheard. Keeping her mouth shut, she ignored the whistles and taunts that filled the room as he carried her down the short hallway beyond the bar.

  “Which door?” he asked.

  She pointed to the left. The light was bright when he used his shoulder to turn it on. He kicked the door shut, not quite muting the music and noise beyond, but toning it down. Shelves lined the small space, filled with everything from cleaning supplies to napkins, and spare glasses.

  He turned and shoved her back against the wall. She opened her mouth to blast him. He leaned close and whispered. “Shh, someone is most likely listening.”

  Ellis wondered what was going through Sherry’s mind. He’d hated exposing her like that but knew he’d have to give Deke and his men something to satisfy them. A glimpse of her perfect breasts and the promise of more was enough to get them to back off, for now.

  “Babe,” he said, keeping his voice so low only she could hear him. “What have you gotten yourself into?”

  “I’m fine,” she insisted, tilting her sassy chin up and somehow managing to stare down at him when he towered over her. “Put me down.”

  “No.” He liked her just where she was. He heard a noise just beyond the closed door. “I’m going to fuck you.”

  Her eyes widened, and she licked her lips. He couldn’t quite tell if she was scared to death, turned on, or a combination of both. He jerked his head toward the door. She went completely still and tilted her head to one side, listening intently. Her curls feathered over her shoulder and onto his. He groaned and buried his face in the silken mass.

  His dick was as hard as stone. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d gotten this hard this fast. “We gotta do it,” he murmured. He held his breath until she nodded.

  With great reluctance, he stepped back, allowing her to slip away. There was no lock on the door, but there was nothing he could do about that. He reached for the fastener of her jeans and pushed the button through the hole before pulling down the zipper.

  He wished they could talk freely. She was watching him, eyes wide, mouth lush and full and still swollen from his kisses. Had she missed him after he’d left? Had she cried or cursed him? Likely both. He’d missed her, a vital part of himself gone.

  And his leaving had been for nothing, because here she was in the middle of a biker club, stranded and alone. Well, no longer. Fuck stepping back. Fuck doing what was right. That had gotten them nowhere.

  “I take you,” he told her, “there’s no going back.”

  She licked her lips. “What do you mean?” She glanced nervously at the door. He wasn’t sure if she was worried about who was out there or thinking about running.

  He shoved her jeans over her full ass and slid his hands under the band of her panties, cupping bare skin. “I left you once. I can’t do it again.” Done talking, he took her mouth, loving the way her tongue met his stroke for stroke. She’d always been his equal in bed and out, and it had been far too long since he’d had her.

  Lust surged inside him, intoxicating him like moonshine on a hot summer’s day. He’d wanted to chop the fingers off the guy who’d reached out to touch her but had settled for threatening him instead. Now that need for violence had nowhere to go.

  However, he’d never hurt Sherry. He’d cut off his own hand first. But he could think of other ways to channel his emotions.

  He shoved her jeans to her knees. He wasn’t about to undress her in case they ended up with unwanted company. He spun her around until she was facing the door.

  She caught herself with her hands braced against it and glanced over her shoulder. “Would you really give me to them?”

  The fact she’d even ask that told him just how hard his leaving had hurt her. There had been a time she would never have thought to ask such a thing.

  “Never.” His voice was rough with unspoken emotion. “You’re mine.” He yanked his own jeans open and let his dick spring free. He leaned inward, letting his hard length settle against her ass. “You belong to me.”

  Her entire body shuddered.

  He wanted to ram into her until he was buried to the hilt, but some tiny speck of sanity remained, and he managed to get a condom out of his back pocket and glove up.

  He wanted to go slowly, to take hours to savor her lush body. Instead, he reached around and delved between her legs. She was wet for him. He groaned as he dragged his fingers over the slick folds.

  “Fuck, babe. I have to taste you.” Going to his knees, he pulled her legs back until she was leaning forward with her ass was sticking out. The jeans were in the way, but he’d manage. For a big man, he was good at getting into tight spaces.

  Her sex was swollen and pink. He lowered his head and dragged his tongue over her.

  Sherry went up on her toes and moaned. Desire, relief, fear, and love all mixed up inside her, creating a volatile cocktail. What did he mean, she was his? She’d hoped he hadn’t meant what he’d told Deke and the others about sharing. The man she’d known and loved would never have considered such a thing. But five years could change a person.

  She was no longer the soft pushover she’d once been. She’d toughened up and made something of her life. But it seemed as though one thing had never changed—her love for Ellis.

  He ran his tongue over her sex, licking and sucking. “Ellis,” she whispered his name. It had been so long.

  “You taste so sweet, babe. Like that spun sugar we got at the fair that one time.”

  She remembered sharing the pink, fluffy confection. It seemed like a lifetime ago. “Ellis…” she began.

  “No.” He tongued her clit before sucking on it. All thoughts of conversation fled.

  Her body remembered this, remembered him. She’d had other lovers, but there’d never been anyone else like Ellis.

  And he hadn’t forgotten a thing. Knew right where to touch her to drive her wild. When he slipped two fingers into her tight sheath, she almost lost it. “Inside me,” she ordered.

  He surged to his feet. She felt the press of his cock head against her opening, and then he drove deep, not pausing until he was buried to the hilt. She rested her forehead against the wooden panel, biting her lip to keep from screaming with pleasure.

  Then he began to move. He started slowly but quickly picked up speed, until he was fucking her hard and fast. She liked that he couldn’t wait. He reached between her legs and rubbed the pad of his thumb over her clit.

  Sherry cried out, unable to hold back her cry as she came. He bucked against her, slamming home several more times before releasing a guttural groan.

  She leaned toward the door, letting it take her weight. Both of them were panting hard. She thought she heard a male laugh from the other side of the door but couldn’t work herself up enough to really care.

  “That was fucking amazing.” Ellis pulled out. By the time she managed to turn around, he had the condom off and tossed in the nearby garbage and was tucking himself back into his pants.

  “No fair,” she pointed at his zipper.

  “Next time,” he told her.

  Did that mean there would be a next time? Did she want one? Yes, yes, she did.

  She pulled up her jeans and secured them before digging through the shelves and coming up with an older bar T-shirt. She felt better once she had it on.

  “What are you doing here?” he asked. He cupped her face in his hands and ran his thumb over her bottom lip. “This is no place for a woman like you.”

  She frowned. “What exactly does that mean? A woman like me?”

  “You’re too good for this crowd.”

  “You always put me on a pedestal.” It was one of the only things they’d ever argued about. “When you do that, it only leaves me only one option—to fall. I’m human. I can’t live up to the ideal of me you created.”

  He roughly dragged his fingers through his hair. “I
know. And I’m sorry.”

  That shocked her. Ellis had always been so sure of himself. “What happened to ‘never apologize’?” It was a rule he’d lived by.

  “I grew up. Got smarter.” He glanced around. “And speaking of smarter, we need to get out of here.”

  He was right. Deke and the others were volatile. “What time is it?”

  He dug his phone out of an inside pocket of his vest. “Just past eleven. Why?”

  She held out her hand, willing to take a risk. It was fine for her to be stranded without backup for the sake of the job, but she wasn’t about to risk his life. “Do you trust me?”

  He nodded and slowly handed her the phone. She punched in the number and waited, all the while praying it was late enough for them to be in place.

  “Who the hell is this?” a male voice demanded.

  “It’s me. Are you in place?”

  “Yes.”

  “Give me two minutes, and then go.” She ended the call and handed Ellis back his phone. He had a strange expression on his face, one she couldn’t identify. “We need to get back out to the bar.”

  “What have you done?” he asked.

  “What I needed to.” She doubted he’d want to speak to her two minutes from now. She was trusting him not to rat her out to the others, a huge risk to take when he was about to be arrested.

  She strode to the door and yanked it open. Ellis was right behind her as she exited the short hallway.

  Bull was sitting at the bar waiting. “That was fast,” he said, a smirk on his face.

  “That was only to take the edge off. I’m going to finish my beer, and then go back for round two.” Ellis ran his hand over her behind. “By my reckoning, I’ve got at least another two or three rounds left in me.”

  “Deke ain’t willing to wait,” Bull informed them, his eyebrows lowering.

  She’d been afraid of that and was doubly glad she’d made the call. Ellis glanced at her. She gave him an almost imperceptible nod.

  “Let me get a beer first.” Jack was prompt and had the beer in front of him before he’d barely finished speaking. Seemed like no one wanted to piss off Deke any more than he already was.