Death Lords Motorcycle Club: Annie, Michigan, and Easy (The Motorcycle Clubs Series) (16 page)

P
regnancy should be a joyous event
, especially for former pastor's daughter Annie Bloom. She's found the love of her life with not one man, but two. Michigan and Easy, the two Death Lords Enforcers, have claimed Annie as their own. But not everything is simple in a relationship and happy ever after must be fought for.

When Annie’s father is released on bail and Annie’s estranged mother appears out of the blue, the threesome’s fragile bonds are tested. Annie, Easy, and Michigan will have to fight old dangers and new to keep their family from falling apart.

“
W
hat the fuck
do you think you’re doing?” Easy half shouts, half whispers. His hair is sticking up in a dozen different directions and he looks bleary eyed, like he spent half the night downing shots. But that tired, sated look comes from a long bout of fucking and not from a bottle.

I shake my head because he should know where I’m going. Hell, he should be on his bike, wearing his leathers and going with me. We’d get this task done—in and out—in under two minutes.

“You know where I’m going.”

He sticks his hand into his hair but his fingers get stuck because Annie, our girl, messed it up good a few hours ago. My cock swells in my pants as I think about her—and us—fucking like animals in our new bedroom.

Tonight was supposed to be a celebration. Paint had finally dried on the new drywall and the renovations we’d started when Annie was in the hospital were completed. We’d thrown the mattress on the floor and started rutting before anyone’s clothes were fully off. That’s normal for us, though. We’re all so goddamned hungry for each other that we can’t be bothered with taking off shirts or pants. It’d be great if Annie just walked around the house naked. That way we could have her whenever we wanted and not worry about flipping up her skirts or peeling down her jeans.

“You talk to Annie about this?”

I gape at him. Is he insane? I’m not talking to my girl about the fact that I’m going to kill her dad.

“So that’s a no.” Easy sighs, reading my incredulous expression. “I want to off this guy as much as you do but we’ve got two concerns here. First one is Annie and how she’s going to feel about this, and second is the club. We can’t have blowback on the club.”

“This man beat Annie until she was unconscious and stuck her in his cellar to die,” I seethe. Annie’s dad might have been a preacher, but he’d have to take up his righteousness with the man upstairs. In my book, he was more evil than Satan himself.

My mom was a drug addict and the sperm donor wasn’t much better. I’d been a ward of the state until I was eighteen but I’d never been treated like Annie.

Yeah, I have whip marks on my back from when another preacher decided I shouldn’t be touching the skin of his precious daughter, but I’d have suffered that a hundred fold than to have Annie be subject to even the smallest abuse.

“He’s gonna die at our hands,” Easy assures me. “But we got to do it the right way. You go over there tonight, the first night that he’s out on bail, and everyone’s looking to us. You think Annie’s going to enjoy fucking us during once-a-year conjugal visits? Fuck, we get sent up to federal prison and we won’t be touching Annie again until we get out. And who’s going to let two one percenters out early after we off a preacher?”

I glare at Easy because he’s making too much sense. I want revenge, yeah, but I also want to be sliding deep into Annie’s sopping folds every fucking night too.

“Fuck,” I curse. The one word doesn’t fully express my impotent rage. I swing my leg over the bike’s saddle and throw my helmet into the garage wall. It hits and makes a satisfying cracking sound. It’s the sound I want to hear when I slam Pastor Bloom’s head into the cement sidewalk. I find a couple of loose boards and strike them against the floor of the garage. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” I spit through clenched teeth trying to keep my voice down so I don’t wake Annie up.

“What’s wrong?” A soft voice says from behind Easy.

I straighten and toss the board aside. With a great deal of effort, I manage a smile. “Nothing, sweetheart.”

“Is that supposed to be a smile on your face?” Annie’s eyebrows are near her hairline. She has a sheet wrapped around her body and I can tell she’s got nothing on underneath. My rage starts to burn into something else. “Because it looks like the face a baby makes when it’s trying to poop.”

“I wouldn’t know.”

Easy snorts and throws an arm around Annie’s shoulders to turn her back inside. “Michigan’s just having a tantrum over something so you’re probably not far off the mark.”

“What’s going on?” She looks over her shoulder at me and I can tell she doesn’t believe a word of Easy’s bullshit. “And don’t tell me it’s nothing. It’s about Father, right?”

“Come on, let’s go inside.” Easy pulls her in and leaves me standing in the garage surrounded by the faint smell of cigarette smoke, gasoline and burnt plans. He turns over his shoulder and gives me a long look that directs me to get my act together.

“Don’t try to pacify me,” I hear her say to Easy as he leads her down the hall. The long sheet trails behind them and the light of the kitchen highlights her slender body underneath the sheet.

Easy says he wants to mete out punishment as much as I do, but I don’t believe that’s true. Easy’s has a good life and a loving family. He doesn’t know what it’s like to feel this kind of betrayal.

I want to make it right for us and there’s no way that things can be right while Annie’s abuser walks and breathes.

But tonight I’m not getting anything done. I know it so I take a moment to calm myself before following the two people I care most about inside.

Annie’s sitting at the kitchen table and Easy’s working the microwave. He appears to be heating up some water for Annie.

I take the seat next to Annie and pull her onto my lap. Diving into her hair, I press my nose against the crook of her neck and breathe in her scent. It’s warm and sultry. We worked her hard tonight and she sweated some. My tongue darts out to taste the skin, just a little lick. But one licks not enough when it comes to Annie. Beneath her ass, my cock hardens and I shift her slightly back so she’s resting her entire weight on it.

She squirms, ass cheeks tightening when she feels the rigid length of my growing erection against those soft cheeks. I take a deep breath and then another, and the thoughts of revenge and killing and her father are replaced with the desire to shove my dick into her pussy while I’m clutching her long hair in a fist.

“How tired are you?” I murmur into the curve of her neck.

Her hands scrub over my short hair and then dig deep into my shoulders. “Never too tired for you.” She tilts her head back and I feel Easy’s big body near. “Or you either.”

Above me, they kiss, one of Annie’s arms leaving me to presumably wrap around Easy’s neck. I see his one hand brace against the table and then my attention is diverted.

I push the cotton sheet off her shoulders, pulling it down so that it catches on her hard nipples. She gasps and then moans.

“Are you getting wet for us, sweetheart? Open up and let me see.” On my lap, her ass shifts and tightens as she anticipates what’s coming next. Her legs fall open obediently and I slide my fingers along her strong, slim thigh into the short curls of her trimmed bush. One of these days, I’m going to shave her bare. Her cunt clenches around me as I shove two fingers hard inside her.

“How wet is she?” Easy asks, his voice is lowered, hoarse with his own need. It doesn’t matter that we both fucked her until we were sore and tired just hours ago. Neither of us can get enough of Annie and by the way she’s drenching my fingers, it’s clear she’s in the same state.

“Sopping. She’s sopping wet, aren’t you, sweetheart.”

“God, yes.” I cup her ass in my palms and lift her onto the table. Easy presses her down and climbs on top of the old oak structure. Easy’s grandma gave this to him when we moved in. I bet she had no idea what we’d use it for.

“Open your mouth, Little Red. You need to suck my cock while Michigan takes care of your pussy.”

I don’t hear her response. She probably can’t make one because she’s got cock in her mouth, but Easy’s grunting his pleasure. “That’s right, baby. Take it all in. Open your throat up good.”

Annie was a virgin when she met us but she took to sucking cock like a pro and now she can swallow us whole. There’s no real comparison to how good it feels to fuck a girl’s mouth with abandon, knowing she can take you so deep that you come straight down her throat.

But then there’s also nothing better than being nose deep up your woman’s fucking sweet pussy. I dive in, scissoring my fingers inside her channel. I suck on her pussy lips and give her tiny clit a rough and thorough tongue lashing. She bucks under my tongue and mouth and I’m forced to wrap a hard arm around her hips to pin her to the table. She comes, a stream of juices flooding my mouth.

While she’s still spasming, I stand abruptly, grabbing my heavy cock and thrusting it inside her. I can feel her walls close around me, gripping me tight as I start shafting her hard enough that the table shakes beneath us.

“Oh Michigan. Oh God,” I hear her scream. It’s just one long orgasm now. I plunge into her, slapping her clit just enough to make her shout again. Her inner walls clamp down hard as the waves of her orgasms overtake her. Easy climbs off and take his cock, wet from her mouth, and spurts his come all over her chest. I close it all out as I finish inside her, shuttering my eyes and throwing my head back to savor the intense, ball busting, cock shuddering pleasure she wrings from me.

“Goddamn,” I half groan, half laugh. We both moan as I ease out of her. My still hard cock chafes her tender tissues. A hot, wet thing slaps my chest and I look down to see a washrag that Easy must have gotten.

I peel it off and press it against her swollen, well used pussy. “You okay, sweetheart?” I ask.

She lolls her head to the side and squints at me. “I’m tired. One of you is going to have to carry me to bed.”

“Want a soak before?”

She looks at the clock in the kitchen. “It’s two in the morning? No, I’m too tired for that. Take me to bed.”

She doesn’t have to ask again. Easy sweeps her up and I grab the sheet abandoned on the floor. Whatever issues we got, can be sorted out in the morning. For now, I gotta take care of our girl.

I
f it’s not
one thing, it’s another.

Last night I had to talk Michigan down from killing Annie’s father and getting sent away for life imprisonment. This morning I have to convince Annie that she should go to a doctor. She’s not having any of it. The last time she was in the hospital it was because her old man put her there.

But after three mornings in a row of waking up to the sound of her vomiting, she’s either going to get her sweet ass to the clinic or I’ll be dragging her there. But I’d prefer it if she’d just be reasonable and go without a fight.

“Baby, you know this isn’t normal.”

She waves a hand in the air and I hand her a washrag.

“Thanks.” She pushes away from the toilet to slump against the tiled wall of the bathroom. I’m glad we had the bathroom redone because I wouldn’t have wanted her to spend any amount of time on her knees in the grotty old one we had. The tile in the old bathroom had to have been installed in the seventies. Good enough for Michigan and I but definitely not suited for Annie.

Of course I didn’t push for the renovation because I thought Annie’d spend more time on her knees than her feet in here. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I wake up sick and I feel awful all day but by the time it’s night, I’m fine.”

I pass over the glass of water which she uses to swish her mouth out. We’ve got a routine by now so I’m ready with yet another washcloth when she’s done with the water. I take the glass but don’t give her the washcloth. She frowns at me and tries to grab it but I’m bigger, taller and with a lot wider arm span. It takes no effort to hold the cloth away from her.

“Nuh uh.” I shake my head. “You’re lucky Michigan’s gone into work early these last three days and that I’m here with you because you’d be ass up over his shoulder acting like this. You need to get to the clinic this morning. No one’s going to admit you into the hospital just over a little stomach bug but we’re also not doing this dance every morning.”

“I’m not taking anything. Drugs aren’t going to make me better.” She crosses her arms obstinately. The thing about Annie is that although she’s left the church, there’s still some of her daddy’s teachings that are clinging to her and one of those is that God’s going to make her all right. I’m a big believer in the maxim that God helps those who help themselves.

“Let’s just see what you’ve got cooking inside you and then we’ll decide what’s going to make you better.”

“I get to decide, not you.” She plunges one finger into my shin. “Ouch. Why are your shins so hard?”

“Don’t know but I bet a doctor would.” I see the wet washrag coming but I still don’t duck fast enough. But I laugh when it hits me in the chest because as long as she’s got some fire in her, I know she’s going to be okay.

On the way to the doctor’s office, Annie brings up the big white elephant. “You know Father got let out on bail yesterday. Some parishioner came up with the money for the bond.”

“Know who that is?”

She shakes her head. “I’ve been thinking about it. It’s not like the town has a lot of money, you know? And those that do, I just never saw as caring much about church.”

The only people that have money in Fortune are the Millers who own the ammunitions plant and then a few money guys who like to raise their kids in small towns and don’t mind the hour commute into the cities. There’s a golf course about ten minutes to the east of town where most of those folks live. I always figured that the men were fucking some women on the regular in the cities while putting their wives and kids out of sight.

I didn’t care much because they didn’t bother us and we didn’t bother them—for the most part. I know of a couple of patches that have slept with a housewife or two or fuck, five for all I know or care.

Those kind of sweet butts never showed up at a mash. They preferred to have sex in their bedrooms, or so said Riot who’d taken care of his share of lonely housewives. Riot claimed they loved it and the dirtier the better. Up the ass with all kinds of toys and they always, always wanted it in the marital bed.

Freaky and weird and not my thing.

Of course that’s probably what people said about my arrangement with Michigan. We always preferred sharing women. There isn’t anything like bringing a woman so much pleasure that she’s a drunk fool over you. When Annie gets that glazed
I can’t see anything but you
in her eyes, I feel bigger, better, more turned on than a man’s got a right to be.

Plus, I like watching. A lot. It’s almost as good watching Michigan’s dick disappear inside Annie’s drenched cunt as it is to be there. Almost being the key words, because nothing in this word feels better than drilling her into the mattress unless it’s drilling into her ass while Michigan’s in her pussy.

“What are you thinking about?” She breaks into my mini fantasy.

Looking around I realize I’ve pulled into the parking lot of the clinic and didn't even realize it. Well, shit.

“What do you think?” I grab her hand closest to me and rub it over my hard on.

“Not here,” she says, scandalized, but her wide eyes tell a slightly different story.

“You’re cute, Annie Bloom.” I lean over and kiss her nose. I love that she’s not just shocked at my suggestion but that there’s a hint of interest too. Michigan and I could not have asked for a better partner. Because she’s had no one but us, she’s not afraid of anything. In fact, she just keeps asking for more.

This Saturday there’s a mash at the clubhouse and it’ll be the first one that Annie gets to attend where she’s completely healthy. She’s already told us that she isn't interested in anything public but that spark in her eyes suggest she might change her mind.

We’ll see. Doesn’t matter, though, because there are plenty of private places for us to take her if she decides that she doesn’t want anyone watching us plow her.

“So does that mean I don’t have to go in?”

“Nope,” I say cheerfully. I slide out of the truck and jog around to the passenger door. I lift her down, letting her slide along my front and feel the rod in my jeans—the one that’s constantly upright and hard around her. “But I’ll fuck you in the backseat of the truck once we’re done.”

“How about at home?” She curls a hand around my neck and pulls me down so that my lips are close to hers.

“Good for me.” I buss her lips and give her a solid whack on the ass.

She yelps. “What’s that for?”

“Baby, you’re stalling. Come on.” I nearly have to drag her inside. At the reception desk is my sister, Mrs. Jilly Brown. She married Rick Brown just out of high school and then popped out three rugrats before she was a quarter-century old. After the third was born Jilly was busy with her three toddlers, and Rick thought about straying but I put the fear of God into him by taking him out to the quarry and putting his dick in a vise. I told him that if I found he’d even so much as thought about another woman while still married to Jilly, he’d be eating ground Rick Dick.

Hadn’t heard a whiff of anything bad about ol’ Rick but he’s definitely still on my shit list. As long as Jilly’s happy, though, his family jewels will stay in one piece. The minute she’s shot of him, I’ll happily grind up his dick and any other parts that happen to get caught up in the machinery.

“Hi, Easy.” Jilly smiles. Jilly and my other sister, Hailee, both call me by my road name—Easy—while the rest of my family refers to me by Van, the name my momma gave me. “You sick? You don’t look it.”

“Not me. It’s Annie. She’s been throwing up every day now for a week.”

Annie shoves an elbow in my side. “I can talk for myself. I’ve got a stomach bug but Easy wouldn’t let it run its course so here I am.”

Jilly clicks her tongue in sympathy. “Easy’s pretty stubborn. He gets his mind set on something and it’s nearly impossible to change his course. Best just to ride it out.”

I bite my tongue to prevent some inappropriate comment on how good Annie rides me slip out. Annie is getting to know me real well, because she applies direct pressure on my foot for the same reason.

I wrap my arm around her shoulders and lean over the desk. “Your boss have any time for Annie this morning?”

Jilly scans her appointment book. “Dr. Addams isn’t available but the nurse practitioner is.”

“We’ll take her.”

“Okay, fill out this paperwork. Honey, you have insurance?”

She nods and rifles through her little purse. “Yes, right here. I hope—” She bites her lip. “I hope it’s still good.”

Michigan’s right. We need to do something about Pastor Bloom. I’d nearly forgotten about all the shit he pulled, draining Annie’s bank account, canceling her phone, and shutting her out of the house. That was before he beat the snot out of her.

Over her head, I signal to Jilly that I’ll take care of the bill no matter what. She gives me a tiny nod in return. Annie blissfully is unaware of this exchange. I know the matter of money and how little she has makes her real nervous.

After a few minutes, a nurse calls Annie’s name.

“Easy, you can’t go back with her,” Jilly calls out as I stand with Annie.

“Why the hell not?” I frown.

“Because you aren’t her guardian or spouse. HIPAA rules.”

I open my mouth to protest but Jilly gives me a hard stare. I sit down but I’m not happy about.

“I’ll be right out and tell you everything,” Annie assures me.

“You better,” I say grumpily. After Annie disappears behind the office door, I pull out my phone to text Michigan so he’s in the loop. He’s making a delivery of goods to Eau Claire. Usually we’d go together but since Annie got hurt, one of us always sticks around Fortune. The last time we left her alone, she was barely alive when we got back. That mistake won’t happen again.

Took Annie to doc’s office

The phone rings about two seconds later. “I’m driving so I can’t text you. What’s going on?”

“She was puking again this morning. Had to take her in.”

“Shit. You think it’s just a stomach virus?”

“Could be.”

“Easy,” Jilly calls waving Annie’s insurance card in the air.

“I’ve got to go. Annie’s insurance may have gotten declined.”

“We’ve got enough to cover that shit.”

“Yeah, I know. It’s just another thing that we’ll be taking our pound of flesh over, right?”

“Right, brother.”

I approach the desk again. “What’s the status of the insurance?”

Jilly smiles. “Looks good. I called and she’s still covered.” She leans forward and gestures me close. “What’s going on anyway?”

“Just a disagreement with her old man.” I downplay it because there are other people in the waiting room and I don’t want everyone up our business.

“I heard that when you pulled her out of his basement that she was barely alive. The nurses over at Memorial said her back looked like mincemeat.”

“So much for doctor/patient privacy.” I roll my eyes toward the door I wasn’t allowed to enter because of
HIPAA rules.

Jilly shrugs. “People can’t help but gossip.”

“Well if you know so much gossip then tell me who posted the bond for Pastor Bloom’s bail.”

“I don’t know. They said it’s one of the members of his church.”

“What’s your best guess?”

“I guess it could have been Mrs. Trainor. Her husband is some bigwig with Stagecoach Financial out of the Twin Cities. She’s been a member of the church for a decade.”

“What else—” My next question is interrupted when the door opens and the nurse who pulled Annie inside calls my name.

“Mr. Easy,” she says. “Miss Bloom would like you to step back.”

Jilly grins at the name
Mr. Easy
and I reach across and knock her on the head. “Go on,” she says with a big taunting smile. She must know something I don’t. “Congratulations,” she mouths as I brush by the nurse.

“Room 4, down the hall and to the right.”

“Thanks.” I nod and follow her directions.

Knocking, I open the door and step inside. Annie’s sitting on a chair beside the small sink and desk the doctor uses and across from the examination table. Her fingers are clenched together and there’s a tight look on her face.
Congratulations?
Congratulations on what?

I rush to her side and kneel on the ground. “What’s wrong, baby?”

She chokes a little at the word
baby
and it all comes together for me. The sickness in the morning, Jilly telling me congratulations. Annie choking up when I called her baby. I press my lips together to keep in the yowl of surprise and elation that’s bursting inside. But I can’t stop the shit-eating grin from breaking out.

“Holy shit. How far along are you?” I reach between us and press my hand against her flat stomach. I can’t believe there’s a baby brewing in there.

“Eight or nine weeks. My period got screwed up when I was sick and then the antibiotics messed with my pill and I just didn’t even think about it when we, you know, started having sex again.” She whispers the last part as if someone else is standing close and could hear. Her cheeks are a bright red and I couldn’t wait to take her home and kiss every pink inch of her.

“Wait until Michigan hears about this.” I pull out my phone but she sticks out her hand to stall me.

“The nurse asked me if we want to do a paternity test. Earliest we can do it is thirteen weeks.”

“What?” I ask, phone halfway to my ear.

“I don’t know which one of you is the father,” she whispers, her voice full of clear distress.

“So what? The baby is ours. Doesn’t matter whose sperm dug inside your little egg. All that matters is we’re having a baby. Emphasis on
we
.”

“But…” she sputters. It’s clear to me she’s having a difficult time processing this but I couldn’t be happier. She’s going to get round and gorgeous and push out a baby of ours. Her body will be so gorgeous that we are going to be on her at all times. “What will the baby’s last name be? Who’s going on the birth certificate? Who’s going to labor classes with me? Who’s going to parent teacher conferences?” The last question is a little shrill. She stands up, hands on her hips, and glares down at me. “This matters to me, Easy.”