Twisted Tales of Mayhem

by Sapphire Knight

  EPILOGUE

  RYDER

  10 years later…

  “Scarlett!” Regina’s voice rang out as my beautiful little girl came bounding down the stairs. At eight years old she was the spitting image of her mother, and she was just as wild and free.

  There was no controlling Regina Chase, not then, not now. My beautiful wife of ten years had only gotten even more tempting as she got older. I couldn’t keep my hands off her, and as I watched her wander into the office, I wondered how long it would take me to actually get her nice and pregnant again.

  “Scarlett. Didn’t I tell you not to bother your father?”

  “But Mommy, I just wanted to ask him something.”

  I smiled, listening to my daughter’s sweet innocent voice, a tilt of mischief held in it. Regina wasn’t buying it in the least. “Go on then, ask him.”

  She looked at me, her big brown eyes shining as she giggled. “Daddy, I want a boy like him.”

  She points at the man who’d just walked in through the doors and I laughed. Wolf Stone was a new prospect brought in by Nick. He was a good-looking kid, met him a couple times, he seemed harmless enough.

  “Well honey, you’re gonna have to look elsewhere, because that boy there is simply too old for you.”

  Regina smiled at me and rolled her eyes. “But he has pretty eyes.”

  I chuckled. “So, do you, baby girl. Now go on, off to bed.”

  She sighed so deeply that I had to hold back a laugh. Slumping her shoulders, she took her mother’s hand and Regina winked at me.

  “I’ll be right back.”

  “You’d better.” She blushed, and I knew that pretty pussy of hers was already purring to get some of her man. That woman was gonna be the death of me.

  The club was growing. New prospects, new members. Nick was looking to expand, and we needed good men to take over. More brothers meant we needed to revamp the rules which is exactly what I was currently doing when Wolf Stone sauntered in. “I’m sorry Ryder, I was looking for Nick.”

  “No, that’s alright, what’s up?”

  “Well, I was told I needed to head on up to Washington. Just wanted to know the route.”

  “I’ll get Bear for you, I think he wanted to ride with you.”

  Wolf nodded and turned to leave when a notion struck. “You got a girlfriend, Wolf?”

  “Umm…no Sir, I don’t.”

  “Hmmm,” you lookin’ to have one?”

  Wolf smirked. “To be honest. Not with all the pussy lyin’ around here. I’m like a kid in a candy store.”

  I chuckled, completely understanding where he was coming from. Besides, he was young, he should be enjoying himself. “You got a good point kid. But word of advice. When you do find that woman, make sure she’s the one. You won’t regret it.”

  My eyes wandered to my beautiful wife who was walking in. Wolf smiled at her, but she barely took notice of him. “I’ll get Bear for you Wolf.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “And make sure that door is locked on your way out.”

  He smirked and nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

  As the door slammed shut, Regina slid onto my lap. “What’s my big bad biker doin’?”

  “Actually, I was setting some rules down for the MC.”

  “Oh? And may I ask what rule he’s come up with?”

  “Actually, Scarlett helped me with one, just now.”

  Regina stopped kissing my neck and slowly sat up. “Scarlett?”

  I nodded and tapped down on my notepad. “No one is to touch an HLMC member’s family. They are sacred and shouldn’t be looked upon for favors.”

  “What is that supposed to mean?”

  I sighed and rubbed her sides. “I don’t want what happened to you to happen to Scarlett. I want her away from this world, Regina. I want her to choose her own life, not a club member. This ain’t a place for a little girl.”

  “So, what do you plan to do with us?”

  “Oh, I’ve got plans for us.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Mmhmm. Right now, they involve getting that pussy nice and slick for me.”

  “Jesus, Ryder.” Her hips started to rock on my lap, and I chuckled.

  “Oh, I’m sure twistin’ your arm, aren’t I?”

  She laughed and leaned forward to kiss me, the rulebook forgotten on my desk as her lips slid along mine. Her soft whimpers letting me know just how much she needed me tonight.

  “You know there are people outside,” I lifted her, and swiping my work aside, I draped her over the desk.

  “That never stopped you before.”

  I chuckled. “Nor will it stop me now.”

  I unzipped her jeans and in one sweep, both denim and satin were removed. She grunted as I sat my ass back down and munched on her yummy cunt. She loved having her pussy eaten, licked, and nibbled on. And I knew just what to do to drive her to the edge and bring her right back down, over and over again. Each sweep of my tongue letting her know I enjoyed her delicious juices.

  I smiled at her and slapped at her cunt, making it nice and pink and swollen. I hummed my approval as she groaned and arched her back, her legs spreading for me as my lips found her wet slicken core. She mewled and bit down on her lip as she held me close, my mouth locked on her pussy. Her lips rocking on my face as I lapped at her. I loved how she fucked herself on me. The more she rocked, the dirtier I got.

  Slipping from her grasp I smacked her soundly. “That needy cunt likes to play dirty.”

  “Nnngh, Ryder, please.”

  “You’re a horny little slut today.”

  “For you, baby,” she whimpered, and I could feel my cock throb for her.

  “You want cock, baby.”

  “God, yes!”

  I chuckled as she bit her lip, catching herself from yelling out. “Hush now, wouldn’t want all those men out there to hear how dirty you like it.”

  “Make me dirty, baby.”

  “Fuckkkk,” pulling down my zipper, I let myself free. I had no chance with this woman. As soon as she saw me, she reached for me.

  Gave me two firm strokes and then dipped my cock into her pussy. Raising her hips, she forced me inside of her, groaning as I sank in. This was heaven for me. She was my home, she was my everything.

  “I love you, Ryder.”

  “Baby, no one will ever love you more than me.”

  Taking her right there on my desk, I made sure she felt every single one of my words.

  SECOND EPILOGUE

  WOLF

  15 years later…

  I needed a break. I needed to get my ass on my bike and take to the road. The trail heading up to the mountains had been my escape for the last few years. The air was clear, and the roar of the engine brought me back. My bike was a part of me, I went wherever she led me, and today she was leading me to a destination I could have never imagined. I was about to meet my future and drag the past back with me.

  Chestnut brown waves flowed in the wind as my Harley approached the red Volkswagen stranded on the side of the road. The hood was propped open and a beautiful woman was waving her hands trying to get my attention. And there was no way I was going to leave that sweet ass stranded.

  Pulling over to the side of the road, I took my helmet off and walked over to her. The sound of my boots clicking on the pavement was the only thing that could be heard in the wind. Boy was she a beauty, all fine curves and round corners. Damn!

  “You havin’ troubles?”

  My voice came out huskier than I intended, and I cleared my throat as I stared at the pretty thing. Her big black sunglasses covered half her face, and it was a shame because I could tell it was a beautiful face. Her lips were pouty, and the way she bit down on that bottom lip had me itching to take it into my own mouth. Passing my hand down my jaw, I took my fill of her.

  “Are you alright?”

  She hesitated for a moment, a soft blush coated her chest landing on the curves of two plush tits. I bit my lip as I let my eyes set
tle there for a moment.

  “Um, I think my radiator blew.”

  “Damn.” Walking over to the car I checked under the hood and grimaced. “Yup. Looks like it ruptured. You’re not going anywhere for a while.”

  “Shit,” she mumbled, dragging her hands through that lush brown hair. My focus went back to her body as it stretched up while she held her hands propped behind her head. I liked my women full, sexy curves that I could get my hands on, and this woman had it all.

  She had long, well-defined legs, fuck me heels, and her skirt molded to her ass like a glove. That white silk shirt only heightened my imagination and I couldn’t take my eyes off those hard nipples that begged for my mouth.

  I quickly realized that I was her only way off this mountain, and I took it as a fucking sign that this woman belonged on the back of my bike.

  “You need a ride?”

  She gazed down at her skirt and then over at my bike. I think we both came to the same conclusion that in order for her to get on my monster, she’d have to get rid of that skirt.

  I smirked, sauntering over to her. “I can help you with that,” I signaled to her skirt.

  “Oh,” she gave out a soft breathy sound as I got closer. She smelled sweet, the aroma of citrus hung in the air around her. I felt myself getting lost in it.

  “I mean, I could help if you want me to.”

  “I have a meeting in thirty minutes. In the city.”

  Staring down at her, I took my time looking at her legs, my cock stirring as the image of spreading them came to mind.

  I smirked. “Hmmm. I don’t think you’re gonna like my idea, then.”

  “Oh? And what exactly did you have in mind?”

  Leaning in, I looked down at her delicate features. “Ripping that tight little skirt in half.”

  She tore her glasses off and brown pretty eyes stared up at me, wide with disbelief. My breath caught as I finally got to see her face. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever come across.

  “Wh…what!”

  I chuckled. “Just the slit, Gorgeous. So you could ride.”

  A hint of disappointment flashed on her face as she took in what I was saying. I couldn’t help but smile.

  “So, do you want me to rip it?” I asked, holding back the amusement in my voice. Every time I spoke, her cheeks got red and her lips would open and close like a fish out of water. I thought it was cute, beyond cute.

  I took a knee before her, and she gave out a soft hiss. Swaying slightly, ahe placed a hand on my shoulder and I reached out, gripping her toned calf. She felt so damn soft, so damn perfect.

  “You alright, Gorgeous?” I looked at her, slowly stroking her bare skin, not able to hold back from touching her. I wanted my hands everywhere.

  “Y…yes. Sorry, I haven’t eaten. Heat must be getting to me.” She wiped the sweat off her brow and I could feel her slight shudder as my hand ran up the back of her leg. I had an effect on her, I was damn sure of that. And she had one hell of an effect on me and my damn dick that wasn’t letting me think straight.

  “Then let’s find a way to put you on that bike and get you somethin’ to eat.”

  I let go of her leg and grabbed the edge of her skirt, right where the slit split on the side of her soft thigh. I tugged hard and the material ripped. Her involuntary whimper escaped her lips, and I stifled my own groan at the sight of her soft flesh.

  Lowering my head, I took a deep calming breath. I patted her thigh, needing to touch her once more before I stepped away. “All done.”

  Her blush gave her away and she turned, heading to her car. She bent down and I swear, my cock stretched as I focused on that exposed thigh. I could make out the seam of her black laced underwear and that fleshy curve of her ass. I could swear she was teasing me as her hips swayed. My hand shot up to my growing bulge, adjusting it before I made a fool of myself.

  Locking the car door, she headed back my way. “Ready,” she whispered handing me her bag.

  “Is there a place for this?”

  “Yeah,” I grunted and turned away from her. Getting onto the safety of my bike, I revved the engine up and waited. Looking back, I caught her perplexed look.

  “Hop on, Gorgeous.”

  My eyes shot up as she clutched her skirt, raising it up above her thighs. Turning away, I glided my helmet over my head. This woman was too much. As soon as she slid behind me, I reached over, giving her a smaller helmet.

  I couldn’t help but touch her. Tapping her knee, I signaled that we were taking off. She gripped my waist and I could feel her body lean into mine. Those breasts pressed against my back. This had to be the most arousing fucking ride I’d ever been on. Something was wrong with me, but this woman brought on a familiar feel. One I’d lost a long time ago. I didn’t know it yet, but she was about to become my undoing.

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  BADGER

  BLACKWINGS MC

  BY TEAGAN BROOKS

  Prologue

  Badger

  21 Years Ago

  My best friend, Phoenix, and I were kicking off the first week of summer at a field party with some of the other guys from the football team. It was how we usually spent our summers – practicing during the week and partying on the weekends. Phoenix wasn’t big on the parties, but I loved them.

  I grabbed the cooler from the back of Phoenix’s truck, and we joined our teammates by the bonfire. After tossing a cold beer to Phoenix, I cracked one open for myself and took a seat on the cooler. While we were cutting up with the guys, I noticed two girls repeatedly glancing at us and giggling.

  I nudged Phoenix with my elbow. “Those two over by Douchey Dave’s Camaro have been looking over here every few minutes. Let’s go over and talk to them.”

  He grimaced initially, but, as always, he came through and played my wingman. “Lead the way.”

  I chuckled and called out over my shoulder, “Dibs on the brunette.”

  He rolled his eyes, and I laughed to myself. He just hadn’t really looked at them yet. As if on cue, we were about ten feet away when he muttered, “Dibs on the blonde.”

  I slapped him on the back. “That’s the spirit, my man.”

  Knowing I would have to take the lead, I walked up to the girls and introduced us. “Hello, ladies, I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Aaron Marshall, and this is Phoenix Black,” I said and extended my hand to the brunette while flashing her my panty-dropping smile.

  The brunette grasped my hand and smiled. “I’m Macy McManis, and this is Annabelle Burnett.”

  Annabelle shook my hand and turned her eyes to Phoenix. “Hi,” she said shyly.

  Phoenix froze like a deer in headlights but finally managed to utter, “Hi.”

  Clearing my throat, I tried to keep my friend from looking like a complete dork. “So, you girls must not be from Croftridge because I would most definitely remember seeing your beautiful faces.”

  Macy giggled. “I live in Cedar Valley. Annabelle’s family just moved to Croftridge last week.”

  “Where did you move from?” Phoenix asked Annabelle.

  As the two of them started to talk, I focused my attention on Macy. “Do you go to Cedar Valley High?”

  She pointed to her tank top with CVHS Varsity Cheer printed across the front. I smirked, “Not going to lie, babe. I was staring at your tits, not reading your shirt.”

  She giggled and playfully slapped my chest.

  Before I could respond, Phoenix asked, “So, how did you girls meet?”

  Macy started to answer, “Annabelle’s mother—”

  “—and Macy’s mother work together,” Annabelle interrupted. Macy shot her a sideways glance but didn’t say anything else.

  Phoenix and Annabelle fell into their own conversation, and I turned my attention back to Macy. Never one to beat around the bush, I asked, “You got a boyfriend?”

  She grinned
. “I wouldn’t be standing here talking to you if I did.”

  I moved closer to her. “If I have anything to say about it, you won’t be standing here talking to me much longer anyway.” Hooking my finger in the belt loop of her shorts, I yanked her to me and grinned at her little gasp.

  I turned to tell Phoenix to keep her friend company when I caught the tail end of his conversation with Annabelle. She almost looked like she was scared, so I tried to help him out by letting her know he was good people. “You’ll love the Blacks. Gram and Pop are two of the nicest people you’ll ever meet,” I added.

  Then, I turned back to Macy and nipped her earlobe with my teeth. “You got a car here?”

  “Yes,” she breathed as she rubbed her tits against my chest.

  “Well, let’s go,” I suggested and punctuated it by squeezing a handful of her firm ass.

  I blinked in surprise when she clicked the keyless entry in her hand, and the lights on what looked like a brand-new Range Rover flashed. “Did you steal Mommy’s or Daddy’s car tonight?”

  She rolled her eyes. “Neither. This is mine. Got it for my sixteenth birthday.”

  “Nice. You gonna let me drive it?”

  She scoffed. “Uh, no. Saw you drinking earlier.”

  I held up my hands. “I only had one beer.”

  “Doesn’t matter. You’re not driving my car.”

  I can’t say I blamed her. I wouldn’t let anyone other than Phoenix drive my truck, and it wasn’t anywhere near as nice as her ride. Nodding my understanding, I walked around to the passenger side and climbed inside.

  She pulled away from the other cars parked near the fire and headed back toward the road. I assumed we were leaving the party until she killed the lights and backed into a small clearing between two trees—a spot I had never noticed before, and I had been to many parties in that field over the last few years.