Dark Menace MC: Stone (8 page)

The girls had been very helpful and friendly,
especially after I’d told them that I didn’t plan on sleeping with
any of the men. I was pretty sure that Trudy’s interest in Ty went
beyond her job as a club sweetbutt. Several times during the night
I’d caught her giving him longing looks. I wondered if Ty knew that
she was crushing on him.

I grabbed a damp towel and began to wipe down
the bar, picking up empty glasses as I went along. For the first
time in hours, there seemed to be a lull. I surveyed the room,
wondering where Stone was. Some of his men were missing, too. The
crowd tonight seemed slightly mellower than it had on Friday night,
even though I saw a lot of the same faces. I smiled at the thought
that maybe some of them were still hung over.

When I was done wiping the bar down, I
glanced up to see if any tables had been vacated, and, seeing none,
tossed the towel into the sink. Ty was on the phone at the opposite
end of the bar, his expression serious. He motioned me over,
disconnecting with whoever he was talking to at the same time.

“What’s up?”

“That was Stone. They’re on their way back
with a woman who’s been roughed up by a rival club. He wants you to
see to her when they get here.”

“Does she need a doctor?”

Ty shook his head. “No, but the club nurse,
Ginger, can take a look at her. I’ll call her for you. They’ll be
staying the night.”

“’
They’ll?’
”

“The Wild Marauders, they’re another MC we’re
friendly with, based in Maine. Their president, Lynch, his woman
was taken by the Red Devils and Predators. He came to town with
some of his brothers to get her back.”

He didn’t need to explain that the Red Devils
and Predators were rival clubs that they didn’t get along with, his
twisted expression said as much. “I supposed I should set up a room
for them.”

“There’s a vacant one next to mine, it has a
bathroom. You have about forty minutes before they’ll be here.” He
motioned Trudy over from the platform that she was dancing on.
“I’ll get Trudy to cover the rest of your shift.”

I wasn’t exactly sure what Stone was
expecting from me, and decided to first check the room to make sure
it was clean. There were six doors down the hallway toward Ty’s
room, and all he’d said was that the room was next to his. I put my
ear to the first door and listened, and then knocked. After a few
seconds, when no one responded, I opened the door. The room was
empty and didn’t show any signs that someone might be using it.

The first thing I checked was the bed,
pulling back the covers to make sure that the sheets were clean.
They passed inspection, and I left the bed turned down. The
bathroom was next. It was clean, too, and I was about to leave when
my eyes lit on the tub next to the shower. Ty had said the woman
had been roughed up, which probably meant cuts and bruises. She
might be sore, and I knew that if I’d been the one to get roughed
up, a nice, hot soak would be welcome. I went back to the tub and
began to fill it with hot water.

There was a cabinet beneath the sink, and it
didn’t take me long to find some toiletries, including bubble bath.
I set two towels and a washcloth on the edge of the tub and when
the fragrant bubbles reached the edge I turned off the water. The
bathroom was misty and warm with steam, and I hoped that by the
time the woman arrived the water temperature would be just
right.

Unsure of what else there was for me to do, I
decided to go back out to the bar. Trudy was busy waiting tables
and shot me a quick smile as I made my way to Ty. “The room is
good, I’ve got a hot bath ready in case she feels like one.”

“Good idea. Ginger is on her way. Once they
arrive you might want to fix them something from the kitchen.”

I nodded. “Do we have a first aid kit?”

“Yeah, there’s a big one in the kitchen in
one of the cabinets.”

A customer pulled Ty’s attention away from
me, and I decided to go look for the first aid kit. I pushed
through the door that led to the kitchen and started with the first
cabinet I came to, finally locating the kit in the one above the
double sink. I pulled it down and opened it to see if it had the
basics, not surprised to find that it was stocked and organized. I
imagined that with the kind of life the bikers lived, they went
through supplies fast.

I snapped the kit shut and swung around to
leave, coming to a jerky halt when I saw Stone. “Oh! You scared
me!” He was standing there, just watching me, his muscular arms
crossed over his wide chest, a smirk on his face. He had a bandana
wrapped around the top of his head.

“I was coming for the same thing.” He
indicated the kit in my hands.

“Why, do you need it?” I ran my gaze over
him, looking for a reason that he might need first aid, but he
looked as strong and formidable as ever.

“Worried about me, sweetheart?” He unfolded
his arms and started to walk toward me slowly. Something in his
eyes made me nervous, and a little excited at the same time.
“Worried you won’t get any more of those fucking orgasms?”

He didn’t!
I refused to let him get to
me, and began to walk toward him. “Why should I be worried about
that when I have my pick of any man here? I’m sure you’re not the
only one who likes to give a willing woman orgasms.”

I should have known that he wouldn’t let my
comment slip by, or me, without some kind of reaction. When I was
close enough, Stone’s hand reached out, and the next thing I knew
he had me pinned against the counter. The first aid kit was taken
from my hands and placed on the counter next to me, and then I
found myself boxed in by strong, tattooed biker arms. He was so
close that I could feel the heat roll off his body, mixed with his
addictive male scent of sweat, smoke, and testosterone. I forced my
gaze up to meet his eyes, seeing the humor that glimmered back at
me.

“I have things to do.” I put my hands against
his chest and pushed, but that was like trying to move a mountain.
I wasn’t sure if his laughter was caused by my pitiful attempt to
push him back, or by the hot color that I knew was filling my
cheeks.

“So do I, baby.” His growl was extinguished
against my lips as he ground his mouth down on mine.

I fought him and opened my mouth to protest.
What did he think he was doing? But within seconds my traitorous
body was responding, and I was kissing Stone back. My hands were no
longer pushing against him, but sliding up and around his neck. Our
tongues probed each other’s mouths, and I felt a rush of moisture
leave my core as I imagined his cock doing the same thing to my
body.

This was fucking insane! “Stone—” I turned my
head.

“Relax, sweetheart. There isn’t time for
anything else but a kiss right now.” He pushed his hard-on against
me. “Too bad.”
What does he mean by that?
“Let’s get this
kit out to Lynch and Kat.”

Then, just like that, I was following Stone
out to the bar. He led me to his personal table, where a woman was
leaning against a man that was just as big and muscular as Stone. I
couldn’t see the woman’s face, but her torn clothing told me what
she’d gone through. The man, who I assumed was Lynch, held her
protectively against him.

“Brother, this is Rachel. She’s going to take
you to your room and help with Kat.”

Kat moved enough to glance up at Stone and
me. Even though her face was a mess, I could see that she was a
beautiful woman. I offered her a smile, and then looked back at
Lynch. “Would you like to go to your room now? I prepared a nice
hot bath for Kat.”

“Yes, please,” Kat was the one who answered.
“A hot bath sounds wonderful.”

“Baby, you’re back.”

I hadn’t seen Rita approaching, but all of a
sudden feminine arms were circling Stone’s waist from behind. She
kept her hands on him as she stepped to his side with the obvious
intention of moving in front of him. Naked except for a see-through
thong, she rubbed herself against him, as if marking her
territory.

I wanted to slap the slut for being so
obvious and insensitive to what was going on. The only thing that
held me back was that Stone’s expression revealed that he was just
as irritated at the woman.

“Not now,” Stone said firmly, barely giving
Rita a notice. When she didn’t remove her hold on him he pried her
arms off and gave her a warning glare. If she thought her pout made
her cute, she was the only one.

Lynch had gotten up from the booth and was
helping Kat to her feet. “Come on, babe.” When he got her to her
feet he picked her up.

“I can walk—”

“I know you can. Just let me get you to our
room and settled.”

Lynch was so gentle with Kat, it was clear
that he loved her. I smiled at the huge biker as he waited for me
to lead the way. I could feel his presence behind me as we walked
down the hallway, and didn’t realize Stone hadn’t followed us until
I opened the door and turned. Glancing down the hallway, I spotted
him and Rita. She was wrapped around him again, but his arms were
hanging loosely at his sides.
Slut!

“If you’d like to get Kat settled in the
bath, I’ll go make you something to eat from the kitchen.”

“Thank you,” Kat smiled at me. “That would be
nice.”

Stone and Rita were still in the same spot as
I walked down the hall to go to the kitchen. I tried to ignore the
way Rita touched Stone, and when she noticed me coming their way
she drew Stone’s head down to her and planted her red mouth on his,
at the same time rubbing her naked boobs against his chest. I don’t
know why it infuriated me seeing them together. I had no claim on
Stone, and he’d made it clear that he didn’t care if I fucked
around.

Maybe I should.

Just as I reached them, Rita pulled away.
“Come to my room, baby, and I’ll fuck you good and hard.”

I rolled my eyes, made brief eye contact with
the humor in Stone’s, and walked past them as if they weren’t
there, as if seeing him kiss another woman didn’t bother me. Why
should it?
Fuck!
Something was happening to me, some shitty
emotion so deep inside of me that it would be easy to think I’d
imagined it, or mislabeled it. Was it anger? Jealousy?
No way
I’m jealous!
More likely I was just fed up with seeing him with
that slut, and giving me mind-blowing orgasms like he was doing me
a favor.

Well, fuck him. He was obviously a man-whore.
Just the thought made me angry, and was probably the reason I
grabbed the first man I came to at the bar. Everyone else was
getting lucky around here, I might as well. I was horny as hell,
thanks to Stone’s raw charisma and talented fingers.

“Well, hello there, handsome!” I threaded my
fingers through the stranger’s long hair, sneaking a glance at
Stone. Good, he was watching. Reaching up, I kissed him.

It was impulsive and stupid. I knew that as
soon as I touched my lips to his. The man wasn’t even a Dark Menace
member, but was wearing a cut declaring him a Wild Marauder. It was
obvious that he was stunned, but it didn’t last long. Within
seconds he was willing, eager, and started to participate
wholeheartedly. His arm went around my waist and he pulled me
between his legs where he was sitting on the stool. Then I felt his
other hand squeezing my breast.

I stiffened. God, I had a bad feeling about
this, like maybe I was in over my head. He was a good kisser, but
all I could focus on was the hand on my breast and the zeal with
which he kissed me back. There was no doubt that he was half-drunk
and getting turned on. I knew that I had to end the kiss before I
lost control of the situation.

“Well, hello there, baby,” the biker said
when I pulled away. “What was that for?” He was young and all
smiles, and not unattractive. The hand around my waist dropped to
my ass, and I felt his fingers splay out over my right cheek and
squeeze.

Shit!
I was speechless for a few
minutes, trying to come up with something to say that would make
sense. He continued to hold me against him, smiling like he’d just
won the lottery. I caught Ty’s eye, and I could tell that he didn’t
approve of what I’d done. He shook his head as if to say,
‘Now
you’ve done it,’
before going back to what he was doing.

“I’m so sorry, but, I thought you were
someone else,” I said lamely. I gently pulled away. “From behind
you reminded me of an old friend.”

“That’s okay darlin’, after the day I’ve had
that was fuckin’ nice.” His gaze shifted to something behind me.
“Oh, oh, from the look on his face I’d say your prez is pissed
off.”

What? Turning around, I saw Stone slapping
Rita’s hands away as she tried to hold him back. He was pissed off,
all right, but I didn’t know why—maybe because I’d kissed a biker
from another club? Whatever it was, his taut expression was
frightening. If he’d been a bull, steam would be coming out of his
nostrils. As he made his way in our direction, his body language
gave off enough negativity that people close by stopped and
stared.

“Fuck, you’re not his old lady, are you?” The
Wild Marauder asked, his smile slowly fading. “Because I have a
feeling I’m about to be at the receiving end of Stone’s fist.”

I frowned at the handsome biker. “Hell, no.
I’m nothing to him.” I looked at Stone again. It was hard to tell
who his anger was directed at, and I thought about running.

“Hands off,” he snarled, pinning his
crystallized gaze on the man. Everything about his expression
revealed that he was holding on by a thread from going after the
young Wild Marauder.

I found myself instantly released as the
biker threw up his hands in the air. “No problem, man. I asked her
if she was yours—”

“She is.”

What?
“I am not!” I said before
thinking.

“Oh, but you fucking are,” Stone growled,
grabbing me by the hair and slamming his mouth down on mine. The
hand in my hair and the grind of his mouth told me that Stone was
indifferent to any pain he may be inflicting. I opened my mouth to
ease the pressure when I tasted blood. He pushed his tongue inside
my mouth and took what he wanted, kissing me until I was out of
breath and panting against him.