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CHAPTER ELEVEN
 

Colton

The run to Hellhounds was uneventful. I could not believe we had to ride for three and a half days to drop off a fucking envelope. It was not even thick which meant I was not carrying cash for payment or retribution.
What the fuck?
What was so damn important in that envelope that the fucking Soul Reapers VP has to make a personal appearance? Tank and Knox were just as confused as I was. But now we were about thirty minutes outside of Camden City when we rode up on three bikers wearing Iron Knights’ cuts. The Iron Knights were a recreational riders club of ex-special forces that were known to work as debt collectors for other MCs. I pulled ahead of the front rider so he could see my cut and signaled for him to pull over. Tank and Knox joined me on the side of the road.

“Be careful brother,” Tank said to me as we were dismounting.

“Take your time,” advised Knox as he took his gun out that was tucked in the back of his pants keeping the safety on.

The three riders stayed on their bikes but cut the engines as we approached. As I
neared I recognized Gunner, the Knights’ VP as the front rider. “Hey Gunner,” I said grasping his hand in mine as we half hugged. “What brings you to our neck of the woods?”

“Got some business with your pop,” he answered as he looked from me to Tank to Knox. “How have you been?”

“Cool, man,” I replied. “Just got back from a run myself. Staying long?” I asked.

“Nah, bro,” he answered. “Just long enough to talk to
Wesson and get his sign-off.”

“Ride safe,”
I called out as I turned back to Tank and Knox. Gunner and his crew brought their bikes back to life and rode off.

“What business does your pop have with the Iron Knights?” asked Knox.

“Good question brother,” I responded, “good question.”

We hopped back on our bikes and continued our journey into town. Knox was headed to the clubhouse with a status report to
Pop while Tank and I rode to the duplex. Pop was not expecting me until tonight. I tried several times throughout the trip to get Tank to talk about Campbell but he kept his mouth shut. He never let up any details but knowing Tank his “Sunshine” was still untouched until her birthday next week. I could not say the same about Logan. Tonight would be the first time without condoms and I could not wait. Hell, I was counting down the fucking minutes.

When we pulled up Campbell came running out of the girls’ house and straight into Tank’s waiting arms. I heard murmuring between the two but nothing happened beyond the close embrace.

“Hey Cam, where’s Logan?” I asked dying for my woman to be in my arms.

“Emma probably
just got home so Logan should be here shortly,” she replied as she tugged Tank off his bike. The sound of his laughter brought my head up. I had not heard Tank really laugh since before we were prospects. His eyes were lighter as he smiled down at Campbell. “Ok, ok, Sunshine, I’m coming,” he laughed as he threw an arm over her shoulder. He looked back at me with a smile on his face giving me a hand wave as she led him into the house.
He’s a goner.

I was dismounting when I saw
Logan’s car turn onto our street.
I was already opening her car door as she put it in park scooping her up into my arms. “You’re home,” she squealed as I buried my nose into her neck finding my spot and inhaling deeply. All the tension I felt from being away vanished as I held her close.

“I’m home,” I sighed into her neck knowing it was her and my house. I gave her a quick nibble causing her to squirm in my grasp. We were both laughing as I set her down.

“We need a shower beautiful,” I said tugging her into the house behind me. I lead her straight upstairs to my room closing the door behind me. I side stepped her to get to the bathroom for fear we would never shower if she touched or kissed me. She laughed at my tactics. I closed the door giving me a minute of privacy as I started the shower and used the head. When I opened the door she was standing there in all of her naked glory leaning against the door fame.

“Hey there handsome,” she purred as she reached under my shirt raking her nails down my chest. “You seemed overdressed for this party,” she said kissing along my jaw line. I stepped back ripping my cut off and tossing it on the bed. She already had my skirt up and I helped take it over my head
sending it on the floor. Her hands were in my pants freeing my semi-hard cock as I let them fall to the ground. I stepped out of my shoes and pants, almost falling over in my rush to pull my socks off. Her touch and sexy laughter at my haste had my cock rock hard.

I let her hands continue to play as I pulled us into the shower lettin
g the warm water soothe my tight back from riding. I groaned as her hold tightened and she pulled on my balls making me harder.
Damn that feels good.
“You alright baby?” she asked as she licked along my neck to my jawline sucking the water off my stubble.


Yeah beautiful,” I replied, “my back is just bothering me from riding hard to get back to you.”

“Poor baby,” she pacified
as she continued to pump me in her warm, tight grasp. “I will give you a massage when we get out of the shower.”

“Sounds wonderful beautiful,” I said pushing her back against the shower wall
and taking control. I placed a kiss on her forehead, her nose, and then her lips. “But first I get to taste you.”

Logan

Colton went down to his knees pulling his cock from my grasp. He lifted one of my legs over his shoulder opening me up to him as he stared at my pussy. “You shaved it all off,” he said looking back up at me.

“I had it waxed,” I corrected as he ran his hands over my hairless mound.
“I did it for you. Do you like it?”

“It’s gorgeous,” he murmured placing his tongue on my clit flicking it back and forth. A sigh escaped me as he continued his manipulation of my clit. My hips moved in time with his tongue causing me to cry out as my orgasm took hold. Desire for him coursed through my veins. I tried freeing my leg
but Colton halted my progress as he wrapped his arm around my thigh. I struggled against him which caused him to lift my other leg over his shoulder wrapping it with his other arm. My back was against the shower wall as he supported all my weight on his shoulders. I was held captive as he feasted on me, keeping his face buried in my pussy.

His tongue ran up and down between my folds. Up and down. Up and down. I was so insane with need that I cried out in frustration. He heard my plea for more as he speared my core with his tongue again and again. Colton’s two fingers replaced his relentless tongue picking up the pace. My core tightened as I felt another orgasm take hold. “Oh Colt,” I
yelled pushing his face deeper into me as I moved my hips in time with his fingers. His tongue found my clit sucking it hard into his mouth sending me into depths of my orgasm. I screamed his name over and over again as I soared to new heights as my core exploded again and again against his fingers. He drew out my orgasm until I sagged against the wall.

He gingerly set my feet down as he held me up. “That amazing, huh?” he asked as he
gave me a chaste kiss then moved on licking the water that ran down my chest. He moved his attention to my breasts where he licked, teased, and pulled on the tightening buds. Still recovering from orgasm, I moaned as his mouth continued to devour my breasts. He continued to suck the water that ran off of them. His hands moved along my waist to my backside where he squeezed my butt before lifting me up. My legs naturally wound around his waist as he leaned me against the wall so I could hold myself up. His hands moved back to join his mouth in loving my breasts. “I missed your tits,” he said as he swirled his tongue around my nipple. “I missed your smell,” he murmured as he found his spot and inhaled. “I missed your mouth,” he whispered across my lips as he plunged his tongue into it meeting my tongue stroke for stroke. “I missed your pussy,” he growled impaling me with his silky steel in one thrust. I cried out from the invasion as he held still letting me accommodate to our joining. He circled his arms around me leaving no space between us.

“Your pussy is so tight,” he murmured sliding out of me except for the tip of his dick. He pumped his hips so that only his mushroomed head went in and out of me. The feeling so erotic, so-over-the-top that I called out his name, “Colt, don’t stop.” My begging earned me a deep rumble from his chest as his thumb circled my clit.

“Oh baby,” I cried out. “You’re going to make me cum again.” My chest heaved from the pressure of trying to catch my breath from his constant sexual pursuit.

“Cum baby,” he hissed plunging so hard into me that his balls slapped my ass.

“Again,” I cried, “harder.” He pulled almost all the way and then buried himself balls deep into me again and again until my walls tightened like a vice around his cock. I felt him swell within me. My body was no longer mine to control as he brought another orgasm ripping through my body. Stars clouded my vision as he burst inside of me, both of us crying out from our release.

I
could hear his ragged breathing over the shower that was starting to turn cold. He gently set one leg down and then the other holding my hips to steady me. My whole body felt like jelly as he quickly washed me and then himself. The water was off and I felt the cool draft as he opened the shower door. Colton returned quickly with a towel wrapped around his waist. He led me out of the shower drying me and then my hair.

“You alright beautiful?” he asked concern
etching his gorgeous face.

“Oversexed and happy,” I replied causing him to chuckle.

He scooped me up into his arm
s and said, “I like oversexed and happy.” The coolness of the sheets caused me to shiver right as Colton’s warm body encased me from behind. “Come here beautiful. Let me warm you up,” he said pulling me deeper into him. He entwined our legs as he pushed my wet hair off my neck and up onto the pillow out of his way. He placed a kiss on the back of my neck and said, “I am so happy you are on birth control beautiful. I love filling you with my seed.” I buried my head in the pillow hiding the blush that crept into my cheeks.

“Sleep beautiful,” he whispered placing a kiss behind my ear before settling down behind me. I had never felt so complete as I fell asleep happy with the scent of him surrounding me.

Colton

The kneading of my back muscles woke me as Logan
worked my back. “That’s feel so good beautiful.” Her hands like magic soothing the ache in my muscles.

“My pleasure,” she c
ooed. I could feel myself getting hard as her naked body slid down mine. Her hips straddled my upper thighs as she continued to work her magic.

“You work tonight?” I asked not even remembering what day it was.

“Yep. I have to be there at eight o’clock.”

“What time is it?”
I asked as I started to turn over hoping to get in a quickie
in
before she left.

“Seven
. And oh no you don’t,” she said pushing my chest back into the mattress. “You relax and enjoy this.”

“I need to make up for lost time.” She chuckled as she moved
on to my lower back.

I sighed, “
That feels amazing.”

“Just relax baby.”
I wanted to argue but felt myself settling in and before I knew it I was drifting off to sleep once again.

 

CHAPTER TWELVE

Colton

I woke up to an empty house around eleven that night and went straight to the clubhouse to check in. I wanted to get it out of the way so I could head over to Kilroy’s to see Logan and take her home when she was done. My pop would have been updated by Knox but I wanted to talk with him about some shit. Ever since Pop got back from his long run with Whistler, he had been quiet and a little distant. The two of them were always whispering or meeting behind closed doors. When I asked him about it he would just brush me off. I needed to corner him and get some damn answers.

My phone buzzed as I was walking through the front doors of the clubhouse.
Church in 30.
Well looks like I was going to finally get my answers.  I heard pipes rumbling outside as I walked up to the bar. Rabbit handed me a beer without even having to be asked.
Yep, he would be a brother soon.
Tank joined me as I was finishing my beer.

“Yo brother,” he said before swallowing half his beer. “Know why Prez is calling church?”

“Not a clue,” I replied, “but I’m praying it’s to get some answers about his trip and the Iron Knights rolling through unchecked.”

“Amen brother.”

The long wooden table that we gathered around was one of my favorite. Tank had carved SOUL REAPER across the table from hand. The history of the club signed forever with the names of all those before us and here today. It was an honor when you got to sign your name to the table.

The room, itself, brought back childhood memories every time I walked into it, smelling of pine, leather, and a hit of smoke. Tank and I would do our homework at the table. My first sweet butt was across this table when I was sixteen. Whistler snuck both Tank and I our firsts on our sixteenth birthday. His drunk-ass voice still rang in my ears whenever I thought about it, “how sweet
it is, a sweet butt for your sweet sixteen.” 

Tru closed the door as we all sat down. P
op had the head of the table with me to his right and Whistler to his left.

“Brothers,” Pop began, “someone has stolen from the club.” A collective gasp could be heard around the table. “We voted on giving some money to a fake corporation
ran by that shithead businessman a couple of months ago to not only launder cash but to put it in some off shore funds for a rainy day.” We all nodded our heads remembering the vote and how it passed unanimously.  “Well that fake corporation and funds were never put into those off shore accounts but about a month ago we discovered that those funds were moved yet again.”

“Wh
at the fuck?” I exclaimed. “How did you find out?”

“You know Tru keeps the books for us and did some digging when the numbers didn’t look right. He found out that the money was missing. The trip Whistler and I took,” he said pointing between him and Whistler, “was to check in with the Hellhounds who used the same guy to set up these accounts.” He
paused to rub his hands down his face. “They found the same shit once we pointed it out to them. We went to where we thought the businessman was hiding, some shitty motel right over the state line. There was nothing there so the lead was dead.  We went back to the Hellhounds and contacted the Iron Knights to find this shithead and our money.”

“So, what now?” Tanked asked leaning on the table looking like he could rip someone’s head off.

“The Iron Knights just contacted me letting me know they found what they were looking for,” he said looking from brother to brother. “We leave first thing in the morning.” He banged his gavel signaling the end of church. One-by-one the brothers filed out as I wanted to be alone with Pop.

“Hey,” I said, “got a minute?”

“Yep,” he responded. His grim tone had me examining his face as he watched the brothers exit the room. He looked run-down, his hair graying at a faster rate than before.

“What’s up son?” My pop was never one for small talk.

“Is there anything else?”

“Nothing yet,” said Pop as he rubbed his hands over his face. “I’m waiting on a call from Ryder.”

“Anything I can do?”

“Yeah,” he answered. “Stick around the clubhouse tonight so we can leave first thing.”

I hesitated knowing that I would not be able to see Logan tonight. But from the look on Pop’s face I knew he needed me as his VP at this moment more than Logan needed me in her bed. “Sure, Pop.”

Logan

“Logan,” my sister whispered, “are you awake?” A brief pause. “Please wake up.”

“Cam,” I
croaked as I tried to open eyes. My mouth was dry making her name scratch across my throat. My head was pounding to the beat of my heart. I tried to move but everything ached. My hands and feet were bound making it twice as hard to roll over and sit up. It was so dark I could barely make out where Campbell was let alone see anything else. She asked, “You alright?”

I look
ed to my right in the direction of her voice and muttered, “I think so. My head is killing me.”

“It’s from the drugs. Every time you would start to come around you would scream and start fighting against your restraints, so a guy would come in and push a needle in your arm and you would just stop. I swear it looked like you were dead.” Her voice broke. “You were on your side and I couldn’t see if you were breathing,” she cried.

“Cam,” I smoothed, “its ok. I’m ok.”

“No,” she sobbed, “it’s not ok.
You were out for the entire day. I woke up and you were here and they just kept drugging you every so often.”

“Do you know
where we are?”

“I’m not sure.
” She quietly responded.

“Are you tied up too?” I asked already knowing the answer.

“Yeah,” she whispered. “My hands and feet are tied.”  I pushed myself up with my bound hands and reached down to feel twisty ties on my ankles.

“Cam, are you ok?” I knew she was not but I had to ask.

“Sure.” Her response brought a sad smile to my face. “They didn’t drug me because I stayed quiet or acted asleep when they came in.”


How did you get here?”


You went to work and when it got dark,” she paused, “there was a knock at the door. I didn’t answer at first because no one ever came to the door except Tank and I didn’t hear his bike. The guy at the door said you were hurt and that I needed to get to the hospital right away.” Her harsh whisper cracked as she unsuccessfully tried holding back a sob. “The minute I opened the door, I was rushed by a really big guy who shoved a rag over my face telling me to relax. I woke up while they were carrying me to the tent. They told me to be quiet and left. You were thrown in a while later. Did you see who took us? Why are we here? Do you think this is about dad?”


I didn’t see anything. I was leaving work and someone grabbed me from behind and put something over my mouth,” I answered. “I was out. I don’t even remember waking up like you said I did.” I paused trying to pull my thoughts together. “And yes, I think this is about . . .” I stopped talking when we heard voices and footsteps. They got louder until they were outside of the tent we were in. “Leave the blonde and take the brunette to the other tent.” I looked in Campbell’s direction.
Shit, we had to stick together.
  The gruff voiced continued, “Strip them down to their underwear and handcuff them each to the middle pole. The biker trash will be here any minute.”

Flashlights
pointed right at my face blinded me as they entered the tent, keeping their faces hidden from us. Campbell started to scream as I heard her land a kick to one of her attackers as he yelled, “Stupid cunt.” A smack sounded next.


Don’t touch her,” I yelled as her screams continued. I heard them hit her again and all was quiet. “Cam, are you okay? Cam, talk to me.” I struggled to get to her.

“Shut up bitch,” one of them growled as an open hand slap
landed on my cheek. I saw stars and fire erupted in my cheek.

“You should worry about yourself bitch,”
my attacker spit out.  I was picked up and thrown over his shoulder. It is dark outside and all I saw were a few tents spread out in a wooded area. I pounded his back with my bound fists and squirmed; anything to try and loosen his hold but nothing worked. I felt a hard slap on the outside of my jean skirt when my assailant said, “This one is feisty. I like it.” His hand came back under my skirt as he roughly squeezed my butt, not stopping until he dumped me on the hard ground of another tent that was lit by a lantern in the corner.

“Don’t touch me,” I shrieked as he started pawing at my clothes.

“I am so going to enjoy this,” he spat in my face, a few drops of spit landing on my cheek he hovered so close. His lust filled eyes shaded by the low light of the tent. None of his features distinguished him and he was not wearing a cut, just a t-shirt and jeans. “I like when they fight back.” He pulled at the button of my skirt. Once undone, he yanked my skirt down leaving me in my black thong. “I am so fucking hard right now,” he said as he grabbed my bound hands and rubbed them against himself. “That lacy shit over your cunt is so fucking hot,” he moaned pushing my hand harder onto to him, “and you shave yourself clean. So fucking hot,” he breathed his boozed laced cigarette words across my face as he ran his hand over my mound. I saw red as the fire of rage burnt bright in my gut. So I reached out and bit his lips hard. That earned me a back hand across the face. I whimpered as he ripped my black Kilroy’s tank top down the middle revealing my black bra. He palmed my breasts as I continued to struggle against him. A deep chuckle from him proved that lame attempt to fight back was not working. He grabbed my shoulders and lifted me to my feet. I sagged against him as all my fight fled from me.

A knife appeared in front of my face and I jerked back trying to distance myself from the sharp blade. We both looked to the tent entrance at the first
rumble of the motorcycles. “Another time then bitch,” he said through clenched teeth. He cut the remains of my top off and the ties around my wrists and feet. I looked around finding a wooden pole in the middle of the tent. He dragged me over to the pole, jerking my hands above my head as he handcuffed me to a hook high up the pole. He copped one last feel before turning and striding out of the tent leaving me alone. A lone tear escaped down my cheek as the deafening roar of the motorcycles announced the arrival of a shit load of bikes.

Almost as if by a col
lective decision all the pipes went silent at once. The eerie silence that followed was frightening, as if even the scary things that go bump in the night were too afraid to be heard and found by the newest villains. A second set of bikes could be heard from the distance approaching the makeshift camp. I pulled on the cuffs countless times to no avail gaining myself cuts and bruises on my wrists. Blood trickled down my arm. My face throbbed to the beat of my heart as I willed myself to calm down. Once the second set of bikes was quiet, I heard voices of welcome, all male, all deep. I prayed to God that this would not end in Campbell and me dying by endless gang rape. I prayed that Colt would ride up and save me and Campbell from this hell.

Loud music was added to the deep rumble of laughter and male voices. I heard footsteps and then voices.

“So we found them,” the voice came from whoever was giving orders earlier. “Word has been put out on the street so Baxter should hear about this by the end of the weekend.”
Oh. My. God. I knew this was about him. They found us.

“So what now?” one asked.

“Each club gets a daughter and you do what you want,” the leader responded. “Each one is in a tent, you go in here first and you go in there. After you get a look and maybe a feel, no tasting, you come back out and you let me know which one you want.”

“All right then,” another male said. I heard one step of footsteps walk away as the entrance to the tent was slowly pulled back. I dropped my head not wanting to see what came through the tent. I pulled on the handcuffs trying to make myself smaller and less exposed. 
My breath was coming faster and out of control like I felt.

“Simply gorgeous,” he said. A pair of
black boots appeared before me and a hand grabbed my chin forcing my face up. I closed my eyes. “Open them,” he demanded, “now.” I slowly opened my eyes and stared straight into heaven and hell. The deepest blue, so deep I felt as though I was floating on a cloud in heaven while the other was an angry red reflection of the devil instead. A large scar ripped through his red, glass eye from his hairline to his cheek. I grasped and pulled my chin out of his hand, which only caused him to step closer. He leaned into me as he hands cupped my breast. His head bent down and he nipped my shoulder. His hands continued down my body ending on my hips. One finger skirted across the top of my panties, back and forth. I closed my eyes wishing I could wake up from this nightmare. My harsh, heavy breathing the only sound in the tent as he dipped his hand in my underwear. I bit my lower lip to keep from screaming when his first finger pushed through my folds and entered me. In, out, in, out he matched the speed of my breath. He added a second finger. “Perfect,” he moaned across my shoulder. He started kissing up my neck to my ear. I started to squirm but he pressed his body against mine pinning me against the pole that bit into my back.

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