Mayhem dauntless mc book.., p.6
Mayhem (Dauntless MC Book 3), page 6
He needed to be inside of her; owning her and possessing her once again. He had to make her his—once was too much and a thousand times wasn’t enough. He pushed her down onto the bed. He pulled her hips back towards the edge of the bed and entered her from behind. The view from behind her was glorious. He loved it when she was exposed to him and he could see her juices covering his cock. God, she was beautiful.
He slipped a hand beneath her and stimulated her clit. He could feel her tighten as her body gave in to an orgasm. It was like being sheathed in a velvet glove that had been expressly tailored for him. His legs shook and he wondered if he’d collapse when an orgasm raged through him. His body collapsed on hers and he took a moment to come out of the post coital haze she’d put him in. Every time with her was better than the last.
He pulled her down and in close to him; folding her into his body and she fit perfectly.
“I’m falling for you, girl. We need to get moved as quickly as possible. It’s time to go house hunting.”
She turned over and looked at him; big blue eyes with questions in them. “Why the rush?”
“There are going to be repercussions for that money that was stolen. Whoever that low-level dealer is answering to is going to want his money back and it’s going to take more than fists of fury to get out of this mess. I don’t feel comfortable with you being out of my sight.”
“You’ve never felt comfortable with me out of your sight,” Stinger answered.
He stroked her cheek with the pad of his thumb, taking a moment to study her delicate features. “If I remember correctly, you’re the one who brought me home. I remember it word for word.”
“How could I resist a man with scraped knuckles and blood sprayed all over his shirt? So sexy. That man didn’t stand a chance. It was the first time I’ve ever been turned on by violence.”
“So… back to the matter at hand. We need to go house shopping. Do you know any realtors?”
“There’s a woman who works for the club finding properties for members. I can give her a call.”
He handed her the phone she’d placed on the end table. “I’m waiting,” his eyes had darkened to a dangerous hue of amber. She knew he would never let her go. They were in this together and he was determined to keep her safe from the impending trouble lurking on the fringes of their future together.
She grabbed the phone, blowing out a huff of frustration even though she was flattered by his decision to be her knight in shining armor; a tainted armor that had seen its share of nicks and gashes from fighting the dragons of his nonconventional lifestyle.
“Tell her exactly what we’re looking for: a farm with at least twenty acres. I want privacy and animals. You strike me as the country girl type. Your natural beauty goes far deeper than that beautiful face and body of yours.”
She smiled, “You’ve pegged me correctly. I want horses and chickens, and oh, and some goats, too.”
He loved the way her face lit up when she talked about living on a farm with him. He wanted her hand in marriage, too. If anything happened to him, he wanted to ensure she was taken care of. He couldn’t imagine how her mother had abandoned her emotionally and everything in him wanted to make it up to her. He would be her family now.
His voice was serious as he spoke, “Stinger, I want you to marry me. If anything happens to me, I want to make sure you get the farm and the money in the bank. It’s enough to take care of you for the rest of your life. I’m putting your name on the title when we buy this. I don’t ever want you to be in a position of needing a man to pay the bills or having to strip for a living. None of us are getting any younger. Please, do this for me so my mind can be at ease.”
“I think I would normally be offended by a man insinuating I would ever need a man to survive. I can tell you’re coming from a good place, so I’ll overlook your caveman mentality.”
“But, will you marry me, so your name is on everything?”
She chuckled, “So, now we’ve gone from playing boyfriend and girlfriend to playing husband and wife?”
He pulled her in and kissed her, “It doesn’t get any more real than this; what we have isn’t a game, it never was, and it never will be.”
“Yes, I’ll marry you. Now let’s find our farm and get moved.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Roderick tipped his beer and looked over the bottle at Tiny and Preacher who were seated at the bar. “Word on the street is Coochy owed money to the cartel. Those boys are going to want their money back.”
“That’s where you come in,” Tiny said. “We need you to make a call and see if they’re tied in with the Ramirez brothers. It’s going to cause problems if they are. With the peace treaties, we need their permission to blow those fuckers off the map.”
“Sounds like a job for Nitro, if we get the go ahead,” Preacher said.
Roderick shook his head in agreement, “So you’re calling me in for backup rather than a job. Even though its unknown territory as far as not knowing how they’ll retaliate, I feel better about it. I kept having naggings of the last job always being the one that takes you down. Now let’s make that phone call. Be quiet and I’ll put it on speaker.”
Both Tiny and Preacher shook their heads in agreement and took a swig of beer.
Roderick dialed Antonio Wayne’s personal cell number. He could feel his heart hammering in his chest. He hoped like hell the brothers didn’t have ties with the cartel they’d be up against. It would make things tricky if there was an alliance. He never thought there would be a day he hoped the peace treaty wasn’t in affect.
Antonio Wayne looked down at the screen to see who was calling. Very few had his direct line and he wasn’t surprised to see it was Roderick calling.
“There are some rumblings in the street you boys have got trouble with the Colombian cartel. I’m certain the reason you’re calling is because you’re concerned we have ties with them.”
“You never cease to amaze me with the way you always have your finger on the pulse of the streets.”
“A man has to stay one step ahead. This lifestyle doesn’t allow for mistakes. You’ll be happy to know we have no ties with the cartel Coochy owed money to. They’re actually an up and coming rogue group riding on the wave of the cartel. Anybody who is anybody has ties to the Ramirez brothers. As far as my brother and I are concerned, they disrespected us when they didn’t cut us in on the money they’ve been making. Retribution from Dauntless MC is as good as retribution from us. Just make sure you relay that message to them before you blow them off the map. You need to call in Nitro and I’ll send King over. You boys get a game plan and keep us in the loop. Like I said, make sure the message is sent that the Ramirez brothers don’t appreciate being undercut. Louisville Kentucky is our territory and we don’t appreciate outsiders coming in and making money on our turf. And tell Tiny and Preacher we said hello, I’m sure they’re sitting there listening in.”
Roderick laughed, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you have eyes in the back of your head.”
“I’ll do you one better than that; I’ve got all-seeing eyes. You’d do well to remember that.”
Roderick knew it wasn’t just a warning, it was a veiled threat. Antonio Wayne wasn’t an enemy Dauntless MC wanted to make. They would never ask permission to protect their turf, but this wasn’t just anybody they were dealing with. It was the notorious Ramirez brothers.
Roderick breathed a sigh of relief and hung up the phone. “All systems are go, brothers.”
“I have to say I’m breathing a sigh of relief, too,” Tiny said. “Those two are crazy.”
“Now all we have to do is find out who and where the Colombians are. I hope like hell we don’t have to wait for a first strike to find out Intel on them.”
“Get Mohawk in here, Tiny. I hope like hell that guy has the information we need because if he doesn’t, we’ll be doing exactly that. I’d much rather be on the offense than defense,” Preacher finished off his beer and got up to go get Mohawk. There was no time to waste and being on defense sucked.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chandler’s arms were tied behind her, suspended in the air; strappado style, which was a very difficult position for most. Done incorrectly, it could very easily result in dislocated shoulders. It was known as a form of torture, but the men had subdued her in a way that wasn’t a threat to her. If Chandler was anything, it was flexible. Daily workouts ensured she could withstand the difficult sessions the men subjected her to. She was bent over a spanking bench, and her legs were spread secured with a spreader bar. Nitro stood in front of her with a smirk on his face and a hard cock. Roman stood behind her toying with her wet opening and waiting to see how Nitro planned to torment her tonight. It was never the same with the three of them, but always fulfilling for all involved. Both men loved her, and she was equally in love with both of them.
Nitro spit on two fingers and pinched down on one of her nipples. Just when she thought the pain was too much, he began gently rubbing the pad of his thumb over the swollen berry. He watched her face intently as he thought about what he wanted to do to her.
Roman stroked his hard cock as he began to rub it up and down her wet slit. He teased her, pushing the head of his cock into her and then removing it.
“Suck Nitro’s cock,” Roman growled.
She opened her mouth taking in Nitro’s hard length. He lovingly ran his hands through her long silky hair. “Give that girl what she wants Roman. Stop teasing her. She needs to be fucked.”
Roman pushed his swollen cock into her and reached around rubbing his finger over her swollen clit. The intensity of both men was always like a firework’s show. It wasn’t just about the sex for the three of them, they were actually in love and this was just an extension of that bond they shared.
She was grateful for the bench that supported her when her legs began to shake. Her body electrified as an orgasm raged through her. She could feel her sex clenching down on Roman and pulling his seed from him. The sight of both of them climaxing sent Nitro over the edge.
Nitro gently released Chandler’s arms as Roman unlocked the spreader bar on her legs. Roman picked her up and followed Nitro into the bathroom where he began running water in the large Jacuzzi tub. He poured bath salts in and Roman climbed the stairs leading to the jacuzzi, easing Chandler’s body into the water and then taking his place behind her. Nitro wedged between her legs and gently laid his head back onto her chest. It was a form of aftercare, and the men always took the time to ensure Chandler was safe after she’d been subjected to an intense session with them.
Nitro broke through the silence, “I have something I need to discuss with the two of you.” He knew they wouldn’t be happy about what he was getting ready to tell them, but they’d agreed long ago to be open and honest with each other about everything. “Tiny called me and he needs me to do a job.”
“Damn it, Nitro,” Chandler jerked her head up to look at him.
“I know, Chandler. I’ll be careful. They robbed a dope dealer and now some rogue Colombian cartel wants their money back. I can’t stand by and watch the club go down.”
“Why the hell do they have to call you every time they get in deep shit?”
Nitro was glad she couldn’t see his shit-eating grin, “Because I’m the only one who knows how to blow shit up.”
“I don’t like it either,” Roman said. Nitro was the brother Roman never had and he worried about him when he did dangerous jobs. He watched over Nitro as closely as he did Chandler; just in a different way.
“Promise us if it gets too dangerous, you’ll back off,” Chandler hated the pleading she could hear in her voice, but she couldn’t help it. She was head over heels in love with Nitro and she couldn’t imagine her life without him. He was edgy. He was dangerous. Perhaps, that was what had drawn her to him in the first place. Who was she kidding? It was the exact reason she’d fallen in love with him. Roman and Nitro were as different as night and day. Roman was all business; from his bespoke suits to his five-thousand-dollar cufflinks, he was always well put together. He was all business and he had an impeccable reputation with not only his clients but the local police as well. The only thing in Roman’s life that wasn’t conservative was his relationship with Chandler and Nitro. Nitro was just the opposite of Roman; he was straight-up bad boy to the bone. When a job called for legal lines to be crossed, it was Nitro and Chandler who did it. That happened often in the business of Andrews and Chase. The three of them spent a lot of time and energy ensuring Roman’s reputation was spotless. Andrews and Chase needed the connections Roman had with the police department and the agency also needed the connections Nitro had in the streets. It was the best of both worlds and kept the agency as the top grossing private investigative service in the Louisville area. There were even those who had travelled cross-country to secure the services of Andrews and Chase. Financially, they were all doing very well. Emotionally, they couldn’t be doing better. It was the stuff most couples dreamed of and were never able to achieve. They all found it ironic that couples couldn’t achieve the level of love they had as a threesome. Many times, they drew curious stares, and those who were close to them often seemed intrigued. Some even seemed to be daydreaming they were in the same situation. The threesome had quit noticing or caring what people thought long ago. All that mattered was keeping their family safe and intact.
“I promise if it gets to dangerous, I’ll back out. I don’t have a death wish,” he chuckled. “The two of you couldn’t live without me.” Nitro rubbed his hand over her calf. Her skin felt soft under his rough hands. He liked the fact everything on her was soft; her skin, her hair, even her lips were soft. He’d stay safe because he couldn’t imagine life without her, either. Roman needed him as much as Chandler did. The agency wouldn’t be what it was without all three of them working it.
Most of the time, Nitro’s job consisted of recon and then returning under the veil of darkness to plant explosives. After that, it was simply a matter of pressing a button and annihilating the enemy. The greatest threat was manufacturing the explosives. One wrong move or even a drop of sweat could mean an explosion. Nitro was at his best when his adrenalin was high, and he was focused on making what he considered to be a work of art. Each artist had a signature on the easel of their work. Pride was taken with each new adventure and the planning of the actual day of demolition took as much thought as the actual making of the bomb. It took a certain kind of person to carry out the challenge from beginning to end, but there was always satisfaction when the end result was success. Staying alive was a challenge but one Nitro was well prepared for. The excitement of it all was what kept Nitro in top form. He was the best of the best and Dauntless MC knew it—it was the reason he was the only explosive expert they used.
The excitement of flirting with death was one Nitro embraced rather than shunned. He had no fear of the grim reaper; he’d looked him in the eye and survived his onslaught of threats. Fear was an emotion he wasn’t familiar with, but respect was one he had come to know as a dear friend—respect for explosives, firearms, his brothers in Dauntless MC, and, of course, Chandler and Roman. He knew it bothered her when he had to do a job. He was just glad the club had agreed to him working with Andrews and Chase. Anytime a brother talked about bowing out of Dauntless MC it could get ugly. He needed this, anyway; it kept him sharp and on top of his game. The bikers would have his back as they always did. He couldn’t stand-by and watch the club go down. He’d formed a lifelong bond with them, and he would see it till the end.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Mohawk was nervous about being face to face with Tiny and Preacher. They were intimidating, and even though they’d offered him protection, he still felt like this was an interrogation. There was nothing like feeling you were being surveilled by human lie detectors. It wouldn’t do any good to lie, and right now, telling the truth would benefit him more than being sneaky. He still couldn’t get Smoky’s face out of his head. Every time he closed his eyes, he could still see her, and he hadn’t slept well since the night they tried to make him bury her. Burying a man was easy but a woman was different. You couldn’t help but think she was someone’s daughter, someone’s sister, and ultimately, someone’s lover. They should have done their own dirty work and he wouldn’t be in this situation. He still wasn’t sure if Coochy had called him in because he didn’t have the balls to bury her or if the guy was just too lazy to dig a hole. He’d settled on laziness because he figured if Coochy had the guts to shoot her, he had the guts to bury her.
Tiny was the first to speak, “We need to get ahead of this thing. Those Colombians are going to want their money back and none of the boys are willing to give up the pay-day they got; can’t say I blame ‘em. I don’t want to let go of the house I’m buying Raven, either. She’s excited about it and the last thing I want to do is let my woman down. If she wants a white picket fence dream, then that’s what she’ll get. That woman has had my back since the day I met her, and I owe her for that.”
“I understand,” Mohawk agreed. “So, you’re wanting a location on the Colombians?”
“It would help.”
“I feel like I need to warn you, even if you kill these guys there will be more to take their place. You’re looking at a war.”
“Then we’ll have to convince them someone else robbed them. Put it back on the junkies.”
“These guys kill for sport.”
“Maybe we can get the Ramirez brothers to put in a good word for us. There has to be some kind of bond between the Colombian cartel.”
