Mayhem dauntless mc book.., p.4
Mayhem (Dauntless MC Book 3), page 4
She could feel her thighs pressing together and heat spreading through her lower belly. She couldn’t help but wonder just how good this guy would be in bed. She knew if he ever got her in bed, he would own it. There was nothing shy about this man with no sexual inhibitions.
“You’ve got a temper, Coy, and that worries me.”
“I told ya I wouldn’t get in the way of your career.”
“I meant it when I said I wanted a legit business so I could launder money for the club. They were here for me when no one was—I owe them, and I have no problem with that.”
“Be mine—even if it is just for show right now.”
“You’re an oxymoron, Coy. You tell me I’m already yours and then you ask me to fake it.”
“I’m not asking you to fake it. I’m asking you to tell people you’re mine before you feel it because I know the two of us together are going to be fire and ice. All I want to do is protect you while we get to know each other. I’m not the kind of man who looks at a woman and wants her right away. This is just as new to me as it is to you. Tell me you don’t feel the same attraction between us, and I’ll walk away.”
“Alright Coy, I’ll be your pretend girlfriend.”
“I thought so; you can’t say it. You and I are meant to be together and I aim to make you see that.”
Chapter Ten
The firepit had settled down to just the higher-ups in the club being seated around it; except for Smoky who couldn’t help but hang around because there was a part of her that would always crave being in the inner circle.
“I like the guy. What’s your take on him, Tiny?” Scooter asked. Scooter was painfully shy and quiet by nature; because of those personality traits, when he spoke, people listened. He was a people watcher and more than once he’d seen things the other brothers had missed.
“He’s got balls of steel and I respect that, which goes a hell of a lot further than liking somebody. I’ve never seen somebody who wasn’t a biker travel that far to get their money back; unless it was cartel. The average loner wouldn’t have the cojones.”
“I have to agree,” Preacher said.
Smoky huffed, “I like him, too, but Stinger didn’t have to be so bitchy about a guy she just met. I could have showed him a good time being that he was a guest and all.”
“Shut the fuck up, bitch!” Preacher yelled. “You know better than to get in club business. In fact, get the fuck out of here.”
Smoky rushed away before she got her lip busted by Preacher or his woman.
Daisy shook her head and spoke under her breath, “Serves her right. She knows better than to talk when the men are talking.” Preacher leaned over and kissed his woman. His cock jumped in response to the light kiss. Daisy never failed to turn him on. She was the love of his life. He’d rescued her from an abusive husband in a rival club and he’d spend the rest of his life protecting her. She’d wandered into his life when he needed her most and she had saved him as much as he had her.
“We need a bouncer at the club,” Tiny said. “We’ve been using prospects and they don’t know the rules well enough to have that kind of position.”
“I agree,” Preacher said. “Maybe keep a prospect or two there to do the grunt work and have Coy’s back if he needs backup in a fight. I haven’t seen a man who can fight like that in years, and he ain’t even that big.”
“Damned if I didn’t think the same thing,” Tiny said. “I guess we’re used to seeing these big motherfuckers around here. The guy’s tall but he’s like a fucking panther when he strikes: it’s quick and deadly. He goes straight for the throat.”
“I think he would have killed Bert if we hadn’t pulled him off.”
“We’ll have to monitor his temper,” Tiny assessed.
“I don’t think he has any interest in being in the club, Tiny.”
Tiny chuckled, “It’s kind of ironic the woman who is going to be his doesn’t want to be an old lady and he doesn’t want to be in the club. I’ll just hire him as a bouncer until he does. There’s more than one way to get what I want. I want that man riding with us. We need members like that. We’ve taken a hit with Nitro being gone and Roderick wanting to leave.”
Preacher chuckled, “Roderick isn’t going to want to leave. All we need to do is give him a job he likes and before you know it, he’ll have a wild hair up his ass and he’ll be right back in the game. People don’t stay in this lifestyle just because their patched in for life, they’re addicted to it. Roderick’s no different. When do you plan on meeting with him?”
“After this Sunday at church sometime. I’d rather just you and me speak to him.” Church was a meeting the bikers held once a week to go over business and lay out plans for the upcoming week. Tiny got up and grabbed Raven’s hand, pulling her up out of her chair, “Right now, I’m taking my woman back to my room and fucking her.”
Tiny pushed Raven into their room. He needed to be inside of her; needed to feel her tight little pussy clamped around him. His eyes held the look of a predator who wanted to devour his prey.
She looked up at the man who was her best friend, as well as her lover, “You still look at me like a man in love, Tiny.”
He stroked his large rough hand over her silky black hair as if soothing her. “After all these years, I’m more in love with you than I was in the honeymoon stage. I can’t imagine my life without you, babe.” He grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her in for a kiss. The moment they made contact they were tearing each other’s clothes off. When they were nude, he picked her up and pinned her body close to the wall. She wrapped her legs around him as he pushed up into her. He stopped; taking a moment to feel her tightness and the initial feeling of being sheathed in her warmth.
“God, I love you, woman.”
“I love you, too, Tiny. You’re my world.”
“We need some biker babies running around here, girl. Don’t you ever think about leaving a legacy? A little Raven and Tiny to carry on?”
“Yeah, I do,” she bit her bottom lip and he felt it as if she had nibbled on his.
It was all he needed for his thrusts to become more urgent. He wanted an extension of this woman he loved so much. His hips rotated, touching the swollen hub of nerves at her core. Her body felt like liquid pleasure as she gave in to the orgasm raging through her. Only when he knew she was satisfied did he release his desire for a child inside her. Maybe today would be the day she conceived his son. He wasn’t sure where this primal need of wanting to leave a legacy was coming from. Perhaps, in his age, he was experiencing a biological ticking of the clock. Wasn’t it normally women who felt the urgency to procreate? He’d heard that when a baby was born, they always look just like the father of the child; perhaps, he needed to look into the face of something he and Raven had created as if looking in a mirror. Maybe then he would see hope for the future and hope for Dauntless MC.
He gripped both sides of her head with his hands. She looked at him as if she didn’t understand. “I need this Raven. I need to know when I die there’s a bloodline to carry on. You’d be a terrific mother. Hell, you mother the women of the club now.”
She laughed because it was true. “You don’t have to talk me into having your baby, Tiny. I love you and I’m all in, but what if it’s a girl?”
He kissed her forehead, “Then we’ll just have to keep trying, won’t we? I’m all for having a princess, too, but she can’t date until she’s twenty-one and then it has to be the brother of my choosing.”
Chapter Eleven
Waking up next to Stinger felt good. He never slept with the women he fucked but this felt natural. He pressed his hard cock up against her tight little ass. A hissing sound slipped through his lips when she wiggled against him. Was she asleep? He slipped her panties over to one side and circled a finger over her clit. He knew when she moaned that she wasn’t asleep. When she was wet, he dragged his finger through her slit and slipped it up into her.
“It’s going to take more than that to…”
He didn’t let her finish before he pushed his cock into her tight opening.
“Damn, girl. You’re so tight.”
The feel of his finger gently moving around her clit in slow circles was intoxicating. Her breath was heavy as she spoke, “Are we still playing boyfriend and girlfriend?” There was a hint of sarcasm in her voice.
He fisted her hair as if punishing her for it and his thrusts into her became rougher. It was all it took to send her over the edge. He chuckled as if satisfied he’d made his point. He flipped her over onto all fours and began pounding into her. She felt like nothing he’d ever experienced—real—more than just a one-night stand. When he exploded into her it was euphoric—like a drug he knew he would have to come back and experience again.
He was shocked when she suddenly jumped up.
“Damn girl, that’s not the way to make a man feel confident.”
“I gotta pee.”
“Come to think of it, I do, too.”
By the time he sauntered into the bathroom, she was at the sink brushing her teeth. He took a moment to look in the mirror at her and she smiled around the toothbrush. When she finished, she handed it to him, “We’ve shared everything else We may as well share this, too.”
“I plan on sharing a whole lot more than a toothbrush with you.” He kissed her on the cheek, finished brushing his teeth, and then peed. After that they both jumped through the shower and went back into the bedroom to get dressed.
“You are so beautiful. Even without makeup, you’re breathtaking. There’s a purity about you. Most biker chicks are over the top, loud and brash, but you just have a quiet confidence that draws people to you. It sure drew me. From the moment I laid eyes on you I knew I had to have you.”
She wasn’t used to hearing things like that. After a lifetime of being torn down by her mother’s words it was refreshing to hear somebody encourage her. “What are your plans for today?”
There was a knock at the door as soon as she asked the question. She walked over and opened the door and Preacher was standing there.
“We’ve got a church meeting, Cowboy, and Tiny wants you there.” He turned and walked away as if Coy had no choice but to go, and perhaps, he didn’t.
Stinger waited until Preacher was gone to speak. “They don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“Have outsiders in on meetings. This is big—no, this is huge. They must have been impressed with your fighting abilities.”
“The only person I care about impressing is you, darlin’.” Something about the southern twang in his voice was a real turn on. She wasn’t about to tell him, but she was impressed—impressed with the toe-curling sex, impressed with his ability to protect her, and impressed with the way he covered her with a warm blanket in the form of his words. She just hoped the club and the trouble it would bring with it didn’t ruin things for her. It had been a long time since anything good had happened to her.
Chapter Twelve
Coy assessed the room as soon as he walked in; it was a habit. Never sit with your back to a door, always check for how many exits there were, and most importantly, always know your enemy’s weakness and their tactics. Criminals formed habits just like normal citizens. The police had a word for it: Modus Operandi. If you could learn a person’s M.O., you could anticipate their moves and meet them head on. It took skill to anticipate what an enemy would do and Coy was a master at it.
The men seated around the large table were men who were used to being part of a brotherhood, unlike Coy who was a loner; up until now anyway. He had a sneaking suspicion these bikers were trying to integrate him into the club. He wondered how he would get out of this. These weren’t the kind of men who were used to hearing the word ‘no’. It wasn’t common practice to have an open-door policy with outsiders. Rejecting the offer to join Dauntless MC would be the highest form of disrespect. Coy was on a slippery slope; one not of his choosing.
Coy resisted the urge to jump when Tiny smacked the gavel against the sound block. It was the first church meeting he’d ever been in and the sound reverberated off the walls. Everyone seemed to sit up straighter and give their undivided attention to the president of the club.
“Phones in the basket,” Tiny barked out. Unlike the friendly man he’d been the night before, Tiny’s expression was serious. When the phones had all been accounted for, he directed his attention towards Preacher, “and the room’s been swept?”
“Yep.” Preacher ensured the club was swept for bugs weekly. You never knew when a brother would get locked up and decide to turn state’s evidence for his freedom. Doing time for the club wasn’t for the weak. You never knew what you would do until you were faced with that kind of decision.
Preacher’s one-word response seemed to satisfy the president. Tiny knew he could always count on Preacher. They were closer than most blood brothers were, and he’d trust the man with his life. The two men kept things running smoothly.
“The first thing we want to do is welcome Cowboy,” the brother’s gave various nods and grunts as a welcome. “We never use real names here Coy, so Cowboy it is.”
“Works for me,” Coy answered. Another decision made without his inquiry or consent; this was becoming a habit. He wondered if the bikers were the same way when they chose their women—like they just chose them, said uga-uga and dragged them off to the cave. It wasn’t like disagreeing with the massive biker would do any good. Coy was clearly outnumbered here; one of the benefits of being the president of a club was knowing you could make decisions and nobody would cross you.
Tiny continued, “I have to admit we were all impressed with that fight last night. Haven’t seen anyone get their ass kicked like that in years. It’s no secret we’ve been losing members lately,” Tiny put his hand up in a halting motion when Coy went to speak. “Now, I know you aren’t interested in joining the club, but I’d like to offer you a job bouncing at Dauntless Divas. Up until now, we’ve been using prospects for the job, but I don’t like that. I’d much rather have a full-time employee.”
A rush of thoughts went through Coy’s head. He didn’t believe for a minute Tiny would give up that quickly; this was a way to keep him around—a way that could work in Coy’s favor. He didn’t like the idea of Tiny and Preacher trying to ease him into the club, but he did like the idea of keeping an eye on Stinger—the latter won out. He felt a need to protect the girl; something foreign to a loner such as himself. He knew if he didn’t lay claim to the girl it was only a matter of time before one of the bikers did. He’d seen the way they looked at her; like predators salivating over prey. She was a beautiful woman, the kind who turned heads and mesmerized without even being aware she had captured you under her spell. Perhaps, that was part of her allure; her cluelessness to her own beauty. She wasn’t the kind of woman who would be won over easily and even though Coy had slept with her he still had his work cut out for him.
“I could use a job,” he answered, not wanting to show too much enthusiasm. If they knew how intrigued he was with Stinger they would use it against him. Tiny might not realize it but he had serious control issues. It never took Coy long to figure out what motivated people, and for Tiny, it was control. It didn’t surprise Coy; Tiny was in control of his club, his woman, and all the brothers who worked for him. The man was just used to having things his own way. Coy was nothing to Tiny but a challenge. Allowing the challenge to wane and giving in to Tiny could be dangerous for not only Coy but Stinger, as well. He had to protect her at all costs.
“Well, we could use a bouncer with your skills,” Tiny addressed the rest of the members; looking around the table. “It’s been very quiet lately, but if I’ve learned anything in the business, it’s the fact it’s always calm before the storm.”
The members shook their heads in agreement and Tiny continued.
“We need to be on guard, eyes open and ears to the ground. If you hear a rumble in the streets or a whisper, I want to know about it. Don’t consider any rumor to be unimportant.” Tiny always got paranoid when things were too quiet. Listening to his gut had worked in the past and as far as he was concerned it would continue to. He had good instincts and was known for having a sixth sense when it came to criminal activity. Dauntless MC wasn’t without enemies. There was always a rival club or some gangbanger trying to take over territory or make a name for themselves. It was a never-ending cycle and it made it hard to stay on top.
“So… that’s the end of business to date,” he slammed down the gavel and Coy’s first attendance of church was over. He knew Stinger was right, this was uncharacteristic for bikers to let in an outsider. Part of him couldn’t help but be flattered the guys wanted him in the club. Things were moving quickly. Now all he needed to do was unload the coke he had and add the money to his savings. Maybe Kentucky would be the place he finally settled down and bought his own farm. Somehow, the thought of having his own place with his own woman was appealing to him. He loved horses and there was no better place to be when it came to the equestrian lifestyle. Yeah, maybe this was a new beginning for both Coy and Stinger.
Chapter Thirteen
Smoky made sure Stinger was in the kitchen drinking coffee and chatting with the women before she made her move. There was no way she was going to let that little bitch embarrass her in front of the club and get away with it. Coy sure hadn’t gone out of his way to stick up for her either—no one ever did. She could be a piece of furniture for all these people cared. She wondered why she even stayed. She eased down the hallway and twisted the handle on the door where Stinger and Coy stayed the night before. The door was locked but these locks were easy enough to open with a driver’s license or credit card which was exactly what she did. She entered the room and locked the door behind her. She only had a couple of minutes to do what she had in mind.
