Satan’s Fury MC - Memphis

by Wilder, L.

  “Late for what?”

  “You’ll see.” As soon as the elevator doors closed, I reached for her waist and pulled her close. “You know, it never fails.”

  “What?”

  “Just seeing you makes my day.”

  Samantha’s expression softened as she wrapped her arms around my neck. “Well, in case you didn’t know, you do the same thing to me.”

  “You gotta stop doing that.”

  “Doing what?”

  “Stealing my compliments,” I teased.

  “I don’t steal your compliments!” She paused for a moment, then added, “Well, I do, but only if I mean it.”

  “Um-hmm.” I placed my hands on her hips and inched her even closer. “I know something you could do to make it up to me?”

  “Oh, really?” She smiled. “And what’s that?”

  I leaned towards her, pressing my mouth against hers, and kissed her long and hard. Like so many times before, her body melted into mine, making me ache for more. I didn’t understand how one woman could turn me inside out the way she did. Her touch, her scent … everything about Samantha made me lose all sense of control. She shifted her stance causing the rigid length of my erection to press against her. A light moan rippled through her chest, and I was suddenly torn between taking her right there in the elevator or carrying her back upstairs and throwing her on the bed. Sadly, neither was an option—at least not for the time being. I had special plans for her tonight, so before we got any more carried away, I took a step back and released her from our embrace. “Damn woman. You keep kissing me like that, and we’ll never make it out of this elevator.”

  A mischievous look danced in her eyes. “I’d be okay with that.”

  “I would be, too, but if we don’t get moving, we’re going to be late.” I leaned forward and kissed her on the temple. “But, I have every intention of picking up from here when we get back later tonight.”

  Before she could respond, the elevator doors opened, and I led her out to the SUV. After I put her duffle-bag in the backseat, we got inside, then I drove us over to the Shelby Farms Park. By the time we arrived at the park it was well after dark, and people had already started to claim their spots on the lawn. Once we got out of the SUV, I went straight to the back and grabbed blanket and the picnic basket of food that Louise had fixed for us. Samantha came over to me with a surprised look and asked, “What’s all this?”

  “You’ll see.”

  While we made our way towards the crowd, Samantha noticed the large movie screen tucked in the corner by the trees and smiled. “A movie night at the park?”

  “Yeah. I heard some folks talking about it down at the diner. I thought it might be something cool to try.”

  “It’s very cool.” She followed me over to an open area towards the back and helped me spread out the blanket. As we sat down, she gave me a sly smirk. “Look at you being all romantic.”

  Using my best, fake southern accent, I told her, “I’m just gettin’ started, darlin’.”

  After we finished eating, Samantha curled up next to me, and just as I hoped, she loved the movie. I, on the other hand, had no idea what it was even about. I was too busy watching her to keep up with what was going on. I couldn’t seem to help myself. With every moment I spent with Samantha, I found another reason to fall for her—the way her nose crinkled when she laughed, the sound of her voice when she said my name, or the softness of her lips when they were pressed against mine. I never imagined that I’d ever find someone who got to me the way she did, but damn. Samantha was everything I’d always wanted and more. She had me thinking about us having a future together, and the more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea.

  When the movie was over, we collected our things and headed back to the truck. Samantha was practically beaming as she said, “I can’t remember enjoying a movie as much as I did tonight.”

  “Good. I’m glad you liked it.”

  As she got inside the truck, she asked, “So, where to now?”

  “That’s up to you. We could head over to the clubhouse and have a couple of drinks or we could go back to your place and pick up where we left off in the elevator.”

  “Hmmm.” A smirk crossed her face as she answered, “I guess if I have to decide … I’d have to go with …. picking up where we left off in the elevator.”

  As I pulled out of the parking lot, I told her, “I was hoping you’d say that.”

  Not wanting to waste another second, I pressed my foot against the accelerator and sped towards her apartment. Samantha rushed over to the elevator and she glanced over to me with lust-filled eyes as she pressed the button. Anticipation crackled around us as we waited there together, and a relieved smile crossed her face when the doors finally opened. She stepped inside and watched with bated breath as I took a charging step forward, pinning her back against the wall. I looked down at Samantha and watched the rise and fall of her chest as she panted with need. Her eyes darkened as her gaze drifted to my lips. When she couldn’t stand it a moment longer, her fingers dove into my hair, and she pulled me towards her, crashing her mouth against mine in a hungry kiss. The kiss quickly became heated, making my cock throb with need.

  “Dammit, woman. You’re killing me,” I told her as my hand dropped to her shorts. With a quick twist, I undid the first couple of buttons, then slipped my hand down her shorts. A light hiss escaped her lungs when I eased the lining of her lace panties to the side and grazed her center with the tips of my fingers—my already hard cock pulsed against my zipper when I found she was already soaked. “Damn. You’re so fuckin’ wet for me.”

  She gasped as I used my free hand to lower her shirt just enough to reveal her perfectly round breasts. With her eyes on mine, I lowered my mouth and began swirling my tongue around her nipple. Her head fell back as she moaned, “Oh God.”

  I nipped and sucked, relishing the sounds of her little moans and whimpers as I teased her with my tongue and my teeth. I cursed when the elevator doors opened. After I removed my hand from her shorts and she adjusted her tank top, I followed her inside the apartment. As soon as Samantha closed the door and tossed her things on the counter, she unbuttoned her shorts and let them fall to the floor. When I started towards her, she took several steps back, watching me like I was a starved predator as she bumped into the kitchen table. “You have any idea how bad I want you right now?”

  “Um-hmm.” She purred. “Just as much as I want you.”

  I lowered my hands to her hips and reached for her lace panties, sliding them down her long, lean legs. Desire flashed through her eyes as I lifted her up, then guided her to lay back on the table. I was so thirsty for her that I could barely think as I eased her legs over my shoulders and lowered my mouth between her thighs. She inhaled a deep breath when the bristles of my beard brushed against her soft skin, her back arching off the table as my tongue skimmed across her smooth center. I spread her trembling legs wider, and a needful moan echoed through the room as I slid my tongue between her folds. “Damn, baby. You taste like fucking heaven.”

  Samantha’s breath became uneven and hitched as I slipped my finger deep inside her. Focused and unrelenting, I teased her g-spot with a slow and steady rhythm. Her hips inched forward as she tensed around me and goosebumps prickled across her skin. Loving how her beautiful body responded to my touch, I continued grazing and teasing her clit with my tongue, tormenting her as she writhed beneath me. Overcome by her impending release, her hips lifted up from the table, begging for me to give her more. I instantly drove another finger deep inside her while I played with her clit using the pad of my thumb until she got exactly what she needed.

  Her head thrashed back as she gasped, “Yes!”

  “That’s it, baby.”

  I slid my tongue over her as I continued moving my fingers inside her, tormenting that spot that was driving her to the edge. Adding more pressure, I demanded, “Come for me.”

  That’s all it took. While muttering my name incoherent
ly, she submitted to her release and clamped down around my fingers. Damn. Nothing turned me on more than watching her come undone. I couldn’t wait a moment longer. I had to be inside her. She was still in the throes of her release when I got undressed and rolled on a condom. Her eyes locked on mine as I slipped my hands under her ass and pulled her to the edge of the table. Fuck. She looked so damn beautiful sprawled out on that table, bare and waiting for me with that wanton look in her eyes. I couldn’t imagine wanting her more.

  As I brushed my throbbing cock against her slick center and nearly lost it. Inhaling a deep breath, I tried to calm the storm of need that was raging inside of me, but my woman was eager for more. Unable to wait a moment longer, she wrapped her legs around me and forced me deep inside. I froze. She felt too fucking good. As I slowly withdrew, I looked down at her and asked, “You like having my cock inside you?”

  She managed a slight nod as she muttered, “God, yes!”

  A slight hiss slipped through her teeth as I drove into her again and again—each time a bit faster and more unforgiving. Her heels dug into my back and she shouted, “Gus!”

  As much as I loved having her this way, I wanted more. I needed to feel her, touch every inch of her gorgeous body, so I lowered her legs to my waist and carefully lifted her from the table. With my cock still buried deep inside her, I carried her over to the sofa and lowered us down onto the cushions, letting Samantha’s knees straddle me. I dropped my hands to her waist and started guiding her over my cock in an unforgiving rhythm. She placed her hands on my shoulders, trying to steady herself as she shouted, “Gus!”

  There was something about hearing her call out my name that sent an intense heat coursing through my body. I burned for her, every fucking inch of me was consumed by my need for this woman, and I knew I’d never feel this way for anyone else. Samantha would be mine—all mine, heart and soul. Shifting her hips upward, she continued to gyrate against me, grinding her warm, wet pussy over my cock. When I rocked against her, I could feel her muscles contracting all around me as her second orgasm started to take hold. My body grew rigid as my release inched its way through me. Her head fell back as she cried out, “Oh my God, Gus! I’m coming!”

  I fisted my hand in her long hair, giving it a gentle tug, as I thrust forward, driving inside her once again. She was so fucking hot, so tight, and it was all too much. Damn. I couldn’t imagine a better feeling. I drew back and slammed into her again, taking her harder and deeper.

  “Fuckkk!” I shouted out as my throbbing cock demanded its release. My fingers dug into her hips as I guided her forward in a feverish rhythm until I came deep inside of her. We both stilled, fighting to catch our breath, and after several moments, our heartbeats began to slow.

  “Woman, you’re gonna be the death of me.”

  “Oh, really?” Looking slightly dazed and completely sated, a sexy smile spread across her gorgeous face. “You complaining?”

  “Umm … Hell, no.” I glanced down at my cock still buried deep inside her as I said, “I can’t think of a better way to go.”

  “Neither can I.” She placed the palms of her hands on my face as she said, “I love you.”

  “Good thing you do, cause you’re stuck with me.”

  “I’m good with that.” She pressed her lips to mine, then added, “I kind of like having you around.”

  “Kinda?” Before I could continue, my cell started to ring. Knowing the boys wouldn’t call unless there was a problem, I lifted her off of me and said, “Sorry, baby. I gotta get that.”

  Once I’d lowered her to the sofa, I got up and pulled off my condom, quickly tossing into the trash before grabbed my phone. “Yeah?”

  “The Ravens made their move,” T-Bone announced. “Gonna need you to get back to the clubhouse.”

  The Ravens were a small, local gang who’d been making their presence known over the past couple of weeks. At first it was just idle threats and graffiti, but they were steadily stepping up their game. It was to be expected. The more it got out that a new MC was in town—especially one with the kind of reputation Satan’s Fury carried—there would be those who’d try to take us down. It was up to me to make sure that shit didn’t happen. The Ravens had no idea who they were fucking with. Even though we were still building our numbers, they were no match for us. “I’ll be there in ten.”

  As much as I didn’t want to leave Samantha, there wasn’t a choice, so I threw on my clothes, kissed her goodbye, and headed out to my bike. When I got to the clubhouse, T-Bone was waiting for me at the front door. “What happened?”

  “Widow was coming through town with a couple of the prospects when two black Audis came racing up beside them and started shooting. They shot Widow and Sprocket …” His voice trailed off for a moment. “They didn’t make it, Gus.”

  “Fuck!” I spat. “You sure it was the Ravens?”

  “Yeah,” he growled. “The motherfuckers were sporting their colors.”

  “We end this shit, now.”

  “I’m with you, brother. Got any idea on how we’re gonna make that happen?”

  “It’s time to see if the Lost Knights really have what it takes to wear the Fury name.” As I reached into my pocket for my phone, I continued, “If they’re half the club they claim to be, then we’ll have all the manpower we need to take those motherfuckers down.”

  Rage surged through me as I dialed Brewer’s number, the Lost Knight’s president. I’d barely gotten out all the details of what had happened when he said, “We’re on our way.”

  Fifteen minutes later, the Lost Knights came rolling into our parking lot, ready and eager to prove themselves. I headed over to Brewer, and as I shook his hand, I told him, “Appreciate you boys coming to give us a hand.”

  “Don’t mention it.” He shook his head, as he said, “The Ravens fucked up tonight.”

  “That they did.” I couldn’t hold back my anger as I said, “They came looking for trouble and they fucking found it. We’re going to burn those motherfuckers to the ground.”

  “We’re here for you, brother. Just tell me what you need us to do.”

  “Appreciate that.” Knowing we’d already lost two brothers, I warned, “We need to be smart about this. Gotta get in and get out.”

  “Understood.”

  After laying out a plan, we loaded our ammunition in the back of my SUV and headed over towards the Raven’s warehouse. Under the circumstances, we had to act fast and catch them off guard, so we didn’t have the luxury of setting up surveillance and monitoring them for weeks on end. Once we got close to their warehouse, we drove up into an abandoned lot and got out, quickly surrounding their compound. Armed and ready, we searched for the best entry point. When we found a backdoor open, Brewer and two of his men, Grinder and Rivet, followed Moose and me inside while T-Bone and Bane monitored the front. As I’d hoped, the Ravens were a bunch of fucking dumbasses with no fucking security and had no idea that we’d just entered the room. Six guys were sitting around a table playing cards, three were on a sofa just shooting the shit, and others were huddled around a couple of cars they’d been working on. As soon as they saw us, they started scampering for their weapons, but it was too late. Gun fire rang out through the entire warehouse, and one by one, their lifeless bodies fell to the floor. Once we’d taken them all out, we burned their warehouse to the ground, and there was nothing left of the Ravens.

  While the war over the territory was far from over, we’d won our battle over the Ravens. I was grateful that the Lost Knights had come through for us, and I had no doubt that Saul and the others would agree that they’d proven themselves worthy of being patched over. The city of Memphis would soon learn that Satan’s Fury MC was here to stay, and if I had anything to say about it, the territory would be ours to reign supreme above all others.

  CHAPTER 4

  Samantha

  “Lauren and I are gonna head down to Morgan’s after work to grab a few drinks,” Haley announced as she stepped into my office. “Y
ou should come along. Help us shake off the horrendous week.”

  “I wish I could, but …”

  “Let me guess,” she answered with a smile. “You’ve got plans with Mr. Wonderful tonight.”

  “That, I do.” Over the past few months, we’d been spending a lot of time together, especially on the weekends, but since the night he’d rushed out of my apartment, I’d only seen him once and that was only for a couple of hours. Something was going on with the club—something he couldn’t tell me about. Whenever I asked him about it, he’d tell me that he was doing everything in his power to resolve it before things got out of hand. I wanted desperately to know more, but he’d made it clear that there were aspects of the club that I simply wasn’t privy to. I tried not to let it hurt my feelings, but it hadn’t been easy. I wanted to help or at the very least be there for him, but he simply wouldn’t allow it. I did my best to hide my concern as I feigned a smile and said, “The guys are having a birthday party for Rayne tonight, and Gus asked me to come.”

  As she stepped into my office she asked, “So, things are going good with you two?”

  “Yeah. Things are better than good.” I could feel myself smiling as I added, “We’re still figuring things out and all that.”

  “I totally understand.” Haley’s tone changed as she asked, “Have you thought about what you’ll do if you get transferred to the Nashville office?”

  “Yes and no. I was waiting to see if I actually got the position before I started worrying about how it would affect things with us.”

  “So, you haven’t even mentioned it to him?”

  “No, not really.”

  “Sam, if things are going as well as you say they are, then you need to talk to him. It’s only fair.”

  “You’re right.” A nervous feeling washed over me. “I will tonight.”

  “Good.” As she turned to leave, she gave me a half-smile and said, “If you get done with the party early, give me a call. Maybe you can meet up with us after.”