Biker's Claim: A Bad Boy Romance (Demons MC) (Contains bonus book Cocked!) (14 page)

W
e rolled
up to the clubhouse an hour after the hit went down. Burke and Clinton were still back at the scene, cleaning up what they could and gathering up their boy’s body while we went back to secure the drugs and the cash.

I followed the others back into the clubhouse. Larkin headed straight back toward his office, carrying the cash, while Noble and Dow took the drugs back to the secure locker.

Ford looked at me and grinned. “Looks like our girls are chatting.”

I followed his gaze and saw Caralee sitting with Janine. Caralee looked up and smiled as Ford began to head over.

“Not my girl,” I grumbled, following him.

“Close enough,” he said.

I followed him over, annoyed. Caralee stood and kissed Ford, smiling. “You boys have fun?” she asked.

“Fun enough,” I said.

“We did okay,” Ford answered.

Janine nodded at me. “Clutch.”

I sat down next to her. “Janine.”

“Man, I can really feel the sparks flying,” Ford said, joking.

I gave him a look. “Careful,” I said.

“Relax,” he said, holding up his hands. “We all know Janine here is claimed.”

Janine gave me a little smile and took a big sip of her coffee. I waved down TomTom, who was back behind the bar, and be brought me over a bottle of whisky and some glasses.

“To the club,” I said, pouring a drink for everyone.

They all took it and drank. Ford laughed, shaking his head. “Crazy fucking morning.”

“What did you guys do?” Janine asked me.

“Club business,” I said.

She rolled her eyes.

“We all know you’ll tell us later,” Caralee said. “Why not skip to that now?”

Ford laughed. “I’m not telling you shit, woman.”

She smacked his arm. “You better, and you better not call me that again.”

He gave me a sheepish look and went silent.

I sat back and looked around the bar. It was slowly filling up with more guys, most of them Rebels. There was an undercurrent of something in the guys, murmurs and dirty looks. I frowned and realized that Burke must have told them about what had happened with Lavoy. I’d known that would happen sooner or later, but I hadn’t expected Burke to make the call while we were still riding back.

The place felt bad. I didn’t know what was going to happen, but there was an undercurrent of violence all around us. The girls chatted absently about life, mostly talking about the kids, and I gave Ford a look.

“Help me at the bar,” I said to him.

“The fuck you need help for?”

“Fucking help me, asshole.”

He shrugged and followed me as I got up. The girls watched us go but said nothing.

“You feeling it?” I asked him softly.

“Not sure,” he said, “but I think I know what you mean. The Rebels.”

“Yeah. They seem unhappy.”

“Think they heard?”

“That’d be my guess.”

“Fuck,” Ford said. “That asshole Burke.”

“Think he’s trying to stir shit up?”

“Can’t be sure. I don’t see what he’d have to gain.”

“Could be he’s making a move on the whole club.”

“We can’t be having that.”

“No,” I said, shaking my head, “we can’t.”

“Listen, you leave, take Janine home. I’ll stay around, make sure nothing happens.”

“What about Caralee?”

He shrugged. “She’s fine. She’s heading out herself soon anyway.”

I nodded. “All right.”

I turned back away from him and walked over to the table. “Janine,” I said. She looked up at me. “We got to leave.”

“What?” she asked.

“We got to head out,” I said. “It’s not safe here right now.”

She laughed, not sure if I was serious. “This is our clubhouse.”

“And we’re outnumbered by Rebels right now. Listen, Janine, don’t fight me on this.”

She opened her mouth, about to say something, but suddenly she stopped and took a deep breath. She stood up instead. “Okay,” she said.

“Is everything okay?” Caralee asked.

“They’re fine, babe,” Ford said. “You should get going soon too.”

“Okay,” she said, frowning.

“Good to see you,” I said to Caralee.

“Bye, guys.”

Janine just waved as we walked off and pushed through the front door.

As we headed toward my bike, Janine walked next to me. “You going to tell me what that was all about?” she asked.

“Maybe,” I said.

“Clutch, I’m a part of this,” she said, getting angry again. “You can’t keep me in the dark.”

“Back at your place,” I said, and she stopped pressing.

We got onto my bike. I kicked it into gear, slowly backed out, and then rode off into traffic.

I hated leaving Ford there to deal with that shit alone, but he was right. I had to get Janine away from there, just in case. I wasn’t sure any shit was going to go down, but it felt like a strong possibility at the time. Janine was my responsibility and was still an important part of this whole fucking deal.

It didn’t matter that I felt like a coward. I had to put that behind me.

I had to do what was best for the club and for Janine. I didn’t matter.

We headed back toward her apartment, moving through traffic. I parked the bike out front in the usual spot and kept her behind me as we moved back toward her apartment. I had my piece out, ready for whatever was coming.

But there was nothing. We got into her apartment and I cleared it with no problem. She walked inside and tossed her keys onto the kitchen table, sprawling out on the couch.

“Well?” she asked.

“Well what?” I grunted.

“Tell me what happened.”

I leaned up against the wall and crossed my arms. “Maybe I don’t feel like it.”

“Don’t play games, Clutch.”

“I’m not playing shit,” I said. “Maybe I want to make you work for it, like get you on your hands and knees work for it.”

“That isn’t happening,” she said.

“Maybe not, but I think we both want it to.”

“Where’s this coming from?”

“Nowhere,” I said. “Just was thinking about you earlier.”

“During your job?”

“Yeah, during the job.”

“Why did we have to leave the clubhouse?”

I sighed. “Fine. You want to know? Shit’s not going well with the Rebels. Something bad happened this morning. One of their guys got killed, and they think I did it.”

She stared at me. “Did you?”

“No,” I said simply. “But the fact that they’d accuse me is bad. Things aren’t exactly good between us and the Rebels right now.”

“Caralee said the same thing.”

I nodded. “It’s obvious. We never liked the Rebels and they never liked us. You start pushing us together, well, shit happens.”

“My marriage was supposed to fix that.”

“It’s not.”

She stared at me. “What am I supposed to do?”

I pushed off the wall and moved toward her. “You want me to tell you what to do?”

“Sure,” she said softly. “You’re good at it.”

“You don’t want that,” I said. “I might tell you to do something fucking stupid.”

“Maybe you would.”

I stopped in front of her and stared down at her. “I might tell you to feel how fucking hard my cock is right now just thinking about your dripping pussy.”

She stared up at me, her mouth hanging slightly open, and then reached her hand out.

She found my cock, hard as fuck in my jeans, and slowly began to stroke it.

“What else?” she asked.

“I might tell you to unbuckle my belt.”

She did as she was told, slowly sliding the leather out from the metal. She pulled it gently, tugging it off the loops, and tossed it aside.

“And I might tell you to take your shirt off,” I said.

She pulled it off her body without hesitating, tossing it aside. I could see her breathing deeply as I watched her full breasts rise and fall. My own heart was pounding. I knew this was fucking stupid, but she was so fucking gorgeous. I needed that right now, needed her, after all the shit that had happened.

She kissed my hard abs and put her hands on either side of my hips. I grunted, grinning down at her.

“Now I’d tell you to take off my fucking jeans.”

“Would you?” She smiled and unbuttoned the fly, pulling it open. She gently tugged my pants down over my hips, kissing down toward the band of my boxer briefs. I stepped out of my jeans and kicked them away.

She reached up and began to stroke my hard cock, her mouth hanging open in a small smile. “What now?” she asked.

“Fuck,” I said, bending forward and taking her by the hair. “I’d tell you to fucking kiss me.”

And she did, pressing her mouth against mine, kissing me hard. I held her there like that as she stroked my length, kissing me, her tongue pressing against mine. I loved her taste, the way she felt. It drove me fucking crazy the way she worked me, looked at me, smiled with that look in her eyes.

I pulled back slightly. “Now you’ll slide my fucking underwear off, take my hard cock, and suck it like you can’t live without a big dick between your lips,” I whispered in her ear.

She didn’t hesitate. She yanked down my boxer briefs, letting me kick them aside, and took my hard cock in her hand. She began to stroke me at first, licking her hand and then sliding it up and down my hard shaft. Then she leaned forward and slowly licked my cock bottom to top.

“Take that fucking cock in your mouth,” I said.

The anticipation was driving me fucking wild. She slowly slid my cock into her mouth, taking the tip deep and sucking hard. She began to work me like that, sucking me hard and letting her hand trail along, working me.

“Fuck that mouth,” I said. “You’re fucking incredible at that.”

She began to suck me faster, harder, working her hand along my shaft. I loved watching her body moved as she sucked me, her pretty mouth taking my thick cock, her lips working around my skin. Fire flowed through my veins, driving my mind wild, pushing out any thoughts or fears. I could focus only on her body, her mouth sucking me hard.

She moaned softly as I reached down and felt her full breasts.

“I’d tell you to suck that cock harder, girl,” I said. “Take that fucking dick down your throat.”

She moaned and pressed my cock deep into her mouth, taking me as much as she could. I took the back of her head and pressed, gently but firmly, going wild as my cock slid into her throat. She let me fuck her mouth like that, and I groaned, loving the feeling of my dick in her mouth, loving how she moaned with my cock down her throat.

I slid it back and she groaned. She stared up at me, lust in her eyes, as she used her spit to jerk my cock off. I watched as a line fell down onto her full breasts, and I reached down, feeling her spit on her tits, rubbing it in to tease her nipple.

She groaned as I pressed my cock back into her mouth. “Fuck, you’re so sexy,” I said. “I love when you let yourself go, when you fucking suck that cock like there’s nothing else in this world. You drive me fucking wild.”

She responded by using both of her hands to jerk my cock off as she sucked the tip, moving her head side to side, rolling her tongue along my tip. Her mouth moved all around the tip, her lips sucking hard as she slid my cock in and out of her throat.

She moved her hands and sucked my cock, her hands on my legs, letting my cock slide in and out of her throat. She sucked me hard like that, working back and forth.

“Fuck, I love to watch that big cock disappear down your throat,” I said. I pressed her head down again, sliding my dick into her throat.

“God you fucking drive me insane,” I said. I pulled her head back, and my cock left her mouth with a slight pop. She looked up at me desperately as I pushed her back onto the couch, dropping to my knees.

“Clutch,” she groaned as I pulled her pants off, practically tearing them from her body. I leaned forward, kissing up along her chest, and grabbed her hair, covering her mouth with mine. I kissed her hard as my free hand found her absolutely soaked panties and began to rub her spot.

She moaned into my kiss as I rubbed her soaked cunt, working her clit. My hand slipped into her panties and found her clit. I rolled it softly, rubbing it with my calloused fingers.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned as I pulled away, kissing her neck. “Clutch. What else would you ask me to do?”

“I’d pull these worthless panties off first,” I said, and did that. I tossed them aside. “Then I’d tell you to put one leg up onto the couch.”

She obeyed, and I slowly slid fingers up deep inside her pussy. She gasped and threw her arms around my neck.

“That’s right,” I whispered in her ear, slowly fucking her with my fingers. “I’d tell you to stay just like this and let me have my fucking way with you.”

“Oh shit, Clutch,” she moaned. “I can hardly stand it.”

“You can take it, girl,” I said, pulling away from her.

Before she could react, I moved down and pressed my lips against her clit. She moaned as I began sucking and licking her. I held her hips while she kept one leg up, letting me suck and lick her pussy with ease.

I slid my tongue inside her, licking her every inch, and then slid it back, focusing on her clit. She moved her hips, moaning loudly, going wild. I grabbed her full ass and pulled her tighter against my mouth as I sucked and licked her.

“Oh god, Clutch,” she moaned. “You’re going to get me off like that.” Her whole body was shaking.

I grinned at her. “Not yet,” I said. “I’m going to make you wait.” I slid a finger deep inside her, and she gasped. “I’m going to bring you close, but you’re not going to come until I’ve got you full of my fucking cock.”

“Careful then,” she gasped as I worked her. “Oh my god, it feels too good.”

I sucked her clit, fucking her cunt with my fingers. She laced her fingers through my hair and pressed my face hard against her pussy, and I fucking loved it. My cock was so fucking hard as she moved her hips, pressing my face against her soaking, delicious cunt. I licked and lapped and sucked it, working her with my tongue and my lips.

I loved how I drove her fucking insane. I loved that she couldn’t get enough, grabbed my hair, pushed me closer. And I loved her taste. I could eat that pussy all fucking day long and never once get tired of hearing her moan, of tasting her skin.