Burned by Abi (Devil Savages MC Book 2) (6 page)

Tonka flipped open his cell and punched in a text, tossing it on the milk crate coffee table. There was no way Tonto would get back to him tonight, not with the party in full swing. So, there wasn’t much else he could do tonight. After flipping through the channels a few more times he finally felt tired enough to pass out and leaned back, propping his feet up on the arm of the couch. Fuck if this wasn’t the most unideal place to have to sleep. Not only did the couch reek of beer, cigarettes, and God knew what, it was a good three feet too short and his shoulders barely fit on the cushions. For a half a second, he thought about taking Sledge’s bed, but remembered the hoards of women he’d filled to the brim on it and probably still had the same sheets and blankets on it. He’d take the lumpy ass couch over sticking to the bed like a fuckin’ flytrap any day.

After tossing and turning for another hour and a half at least, he finally managed to doze off. After what seemed like only a few minutes his phone went off, waking him. “What the fuck!” he growled. With one eye barely open, his blood rushing in his ears, and his body protesting in every way, he grabbed the irritating hunk of metal and answered. “What!”

“Hey, got your message. Meet me this afternoon.” Tonto. How the hell was he up at—Tonka checked the time on his phone—six-thirty in the fuckin’ morning?

“Fine. See you then.” Without waiting for an answer he hung up, tossing it in the general direction he’d retrieved it from. It clunked to the floor but not really something he cared to give a shit about right now.

*****

Tonka woke up to a quiet house, searched for his discarded phone and looked at the time—almost eleven. There was no doubt Abi was still sleeping off the hangover coma from hell, but he wanted to peek in on her to make sure. When he cracked open her door, he hadn’t expected to see her out of the covers and wearing nothing but her panties and shirt. When she’d gotten up to undress, he didn’t know. Fuck if he didn’t stand there looking a little longer than he should have. Her legs went on for miles. As he admired each tanned, toned inch, his eyes spotted multiple dark blue and black bruises. Shit. She was covered. Whoever did this, did a number on her. Before the gates of hell opened up and swallowed him hole for perving out while she slept, he quietly shut the door and went to shower. With any luck, the hot water would wash away some of the soreness from that fucking couch.

*****

Abi woke still half drunk and needing to pee. Bad. In a stumbling stupor hangover buzz, she felt her way through the hall to the bathroom door, opting to keep her eyes closed and the light out. The sunlight was one evil bastard, sent from the heavens as a punishment for those who spent the night chugging liquid sin. Add in her stiff muscles and sore tender flesh, she wanted to crawl into a coma and wait it out.

As she opened the door, she heard the shower.
Shit, Sledge.
Not giving a damn she went on in, concentrating more on making it to the toilet before her bladder burst like a water balloon. Without thinking, she flushed when she was done and heard a sling of cuss words coming from the shower followed by the curtain slinging open and a very pissed off
Tonka?

“What the hell? You trying to scald my ass?” With his nakedness fully exposed and no regard for his junk hanging out, he glared at her.

“Dammit, don’t yell, fucker.” Her hands flew up to her head, clutching it tightly. The pressure probably didn’t help, but putting up a physical barrier between her head and everything else seemed to ease the pounding enough she opened her eyes again and stared. Still standing in the wide open, his dick half erect, Tonka’s gaze didn’t falter.

Even in pain she noticed his body was fine, and her clit suddenly reminded her she hadn't been laid in a while as it seemed to have its own pulse, which was weirdly keeping beat with the thumping in her head. What the hell was wrong with her? She'd pay money for someone to cut off her head about now but her bottom half of her body was loosening like it was preparing for the sight in front of them. Tonka's voice broke her out of her body's little conundrum.

“Go take some Tylenol and go back to bed.” His tone was gruff which wasn’t surprising, and if meant to intimidate her, it didn’t work. But it did put and instant stop to her throbbing pussy problem, thank God. Had he forgotten she’d known him almost all her life? Her instincts told her to argue his ‘dominant shit’ but her aching body was too tired to give a flying fuck. With a wave of her hand she turned and headed for the kitchen. Coffee and pain relievers were her only hope in returning even somewhat human today.

The moment Abi shut the door, Tonka slammed his fist into the wall. “Fuck it to hell,” he grumbled, flipping the water to cold. Why had she come back...and at the worst damn possible time! Things were turning into a damn clusterfuck, and not in a fun way.

He'd thought Sledge had come home and flushed to be a smartass because he had stayed there last night. When he yanked the curtain open and saw Abi, it took everything in his power to keep is dick from flying full mast at her. He questioned his own sanity as she stared back at him with the bruises and paleness to her skin, making him feel like a dirt bag for having the reaction to her to begin with. And the only thing that kept the blood from leaving his head to pool south, at least until he watch her tight ass leave the room. Yep, instant fucking hard-on. He closed the shower curtain and pick up the soap.

I'm a low life rat bastard and what sucks, if I could sink into her, I would gladly live with that fact.

When he finally got his dick to go down he got out and toweled off, tossing his clothes back on. He'd had enough, this shit needed to end, and now. Determination set in and with his mind made up, he charged from the bathroom.

Abi tapped the coffee pot, chugging a cup before she refilled and sat at the table. With pain relievers down her, it was probably as good as it was gonna get…for today anyway. If she would have been smart, she’d have went to the medic after the fight and got something stronger but her temper kept her from thinking logically and she’d just wanted to get the hell out of there. Now, she was kicking her own ass. The sound of the bathroom door opening signaled Tonka’s emergence, stomping down the hallway with a pissed off glare. What was it with bikers always being angry? Hell, like she had room to talk…life was good enough reason as any.

“We need to talk.”

Abi winced, shaking her head. “No, right now ‘
we
’ don’t need to do anything but insure the coffee pot never gets empty.”

“What the hell happened to you last night, Abi?” His voice still boomed, sending a sharp pain through her brain.

“If you don’t fuckin’ whisper, I’m going to slit your damn throat.”

“Fine. What went down? You look like hell.” This time he spoke softer but the fact that he was a man still had her clutching her temples. Why the hell did men not grasp the concept of a whisper?

“Nothing. I’m fine. It’s all superficial…that’s all.” He growled, being ignored while she turned her focus back on the steaming cup of life force.

“Dammit, woman. What. The. Fuck. Happened.” Tonka grabbed the cup from her, taking it hostage until she answered.

“Fuck, man, back off. I said it was nothing.
And
, if you haven’t noticed, I’m a grown ass woman and don’t answer to you or anyone. Don’t be a dick.”

“Be a dick? By being worried about you? Abi…
shit
. We have the fucking Diablos crawling everywhere and you come in looking like you just got the living fuck beat outta you. So, yeah, you answer to me when I ask, got it?” He leaned toward her, pulling her hand away from her face to make her pay attention. She wasn’t a child, and yet he was scolding and treating her like she was fifteen again and he’d caught her smoking a joint. Hell, her parents hadn’t been as hard on her as Sledge and Tonka had been. She didn’t have the damn patience for this shit right now.

“Tonka, I’m in no mood to play the who-has-a-bigger-cock game. It wasn’t the Diablos. Now back the fuck off.” With that, she got up, went back to her room, and slammed the door, regretting it when the loud sound ricocheted in her skull. Once in bed she threw the pillow over her head and sank down in her comforter, hoping to sleep the damn day away.

*****

Tonka fought between anger and confusion. He knew he should just leave and head to Rumble, but it was eating his ass. She’d grown a little too big for her britches and needed put back in her damn place, hangover or not. Unable to just walk away, he turned and marched to her room, ready to give her a few lessons in manners.

The door to the bedroom slammed back against the wall, the noise making her body tense. “You need to get a few things straight, little girl. When I fucking ask you a question, you damn well better answer me. All that time away from home must have made you forget how things work around here.” Before he could continue, Abi jerked up to a sitting motion and was on her feet before he could blink. She closed the distance, her eyes narrowed and practically glowing.

“No.
You
need to get a few things
straight
, Tonka. I’m not a fucking child. I answer to no one. I do what I want, when, and how, and it isn’t anyone’s
motherfuckin
’ business. Do. You. Understand. Me?” Abi’s tone was deep and feral, her posture in the offensive position. If she weren’t so damn sexy, he’d have been pissed but he was fighting back a laugh. Tonka took a slow, stalking step toward her, closing the distance. With him now standing so close he could feel the soft brush of her tits against his chest, Abi’s expression faltered ever so slightly. The look in her eyes softened, taking on a new heat he couldn’t quite decipher. Hoping to push her off balance, he lowered his head, staring straight in her eyes.

“Your safety is my business, so it’d be wise if you got that through your head right now. The Diablos are dangerous. Until we can get rid of them, things are going to be different around here.” He waited, watching for a reaction. She might think she was a tough hardened badass, but he had news for her…he was tougher. It might have worked with the yuppie college kids but she was home now. The sooner she realized that, the better.

“They might be, but I’m more dangerous.” She leaned up on her toes and pressed her lips to his confidently, the sweetness of her mouth invading in on his senses. The shock held him paralyzed in place, his brain nerve endings not firing to produce a coherent thought. The moment the soft tip of her tongue traced the seam of his mouth he groaned.

Abi didn’t know what the hell she was doing. All that registered was that she wanted to kiss him, and now. The moment struck and she charged forward. As soon as his mouth parted, her tongue entered eagerly. The fresh flavor of toothpaste hit her taste buds, mingling with a taste all his own. She half expected him to shove her away and bolt, but he didn’t. Instead, his arms wound around her tightly, slamming her body up against his with enough force it rattled her bruised rib cage, but it didn’t matter. The minor pain was only a reminder that she was in control. Abi Moon did what she wanted, when she wanted, how she wanted. The move had started as a statement she was trying to make, the response had ignited something alive inside of her instead, one she’d never felt before. Instantly her subconscious informed her of the lie. Yeah, she'd felt this way once before, that was what had caused her to leave the biker in the middle of the night like a thief. Her spontaneous reaction to Yo Neg that night, had scared the living hell out of her. Now the same feelings were taking over with the man in front her. Dammit all to hell, she had some serious fucking issues.

She explored his mouth, challenging and taunting him. Instead of handing over the power to him she kept it, using it as a weapon to keep him fighting. When he would push the kiss deeper, she’d amp up the stakes even farther. Back and forth they battled, licking, sucking, biting, touching. Abi tugged at his shirt, shoving it up under his arms and over his head. Their lips only parted long enough to discard the item and him to grumble as her hands wandered over his muscled chest and abdomen. When he charged her mouth again, winding his fingers in her hair in a show of dominance, Abi’s fingernails dug in, scratching with just enough sting that sent him into a frenzy. He grabbed the back of her shirt with his other hand and took it off, half surprised to see her bare tits. As he took a moment to see her for the first time, he noticed the bruises he’d suspected were there last night. Oh, she was going to tell him what or who the fuck did this to her, but not now. Now, he wanted to plow into her over and over until she surrendered.

“Take your jeans off. Now.” Abi’s low husky voice snapped him back to reality and heightened his already raging arousal even more. Tonka was tired of having the same type of woman roll over on their back and spread their legs without giving anything back. He liked the excitement and battle for power, not being able to predict the next move. It was refreshing, and turned him the fuck on like no other.

“You take them off.” His command was almost lethal. Would she give in this time, or did she still have some fight left? Her smirk said it all. Instead of arguing, Abi tugged at the waist of her sweat pants and dropped them to the floor, panties and all. Intentionally keeping her movements slow and alluring, Abi dropped to her knees and unfastened his jeans, never breaking eye contact. In one fluid motion his cock sprang out, bursting free of the too tight confinements against the large mass of man meat. Her mouth watered at the sight, her hangover fading off into a distant memory. She licked her lips self consciously before licking the huge bulbous head of his dick. Lap after lap she laved it, taking care to stroke the sensitive ring just under it. Without any warning, she swallowed his cock, choking his massive length down her throat to the hilt.

Every time Tonka thought he’d get the upper hand, Abi would toss a curveball at him, taking him off kilter. The tug of war they were playing in a fight for dominance was a dangerous game, enough to have him coating her tongue with his seed. “Fuck, Abi. That’s it…swallow. My. Cock.” Her vibrating groan sent ripples of pleasure straight to his balls.