SAVAGE HEART (Layne & Shelby Book Two) (A Devil Call MC Book) (13 page)

8.

(Shelby)

Layne turned the water off and
wiped his face. The blood was gone. The cuts were closed up. His face wasn
’
t swollen all that much. He was
distant though. I told myself he was just tired. He had been up for over
twenty-four hours, dealing with hell running through Oakville. In a strange
romantic way I wanted to be a piece of heaven for him in all this.

Yet he didn
’
t look at me like that. He looked at me like he
knew the world
’
s darkest
secret and didn
’
t want to
share it. But why? Because he cared about me? Because he want to protect me? Or
because he was planning something that was going to hurt me?

His eyes were different than when
he first came barreling through the clubhouse door. Not that I could blame him.
Look at all that had happened.

“
Look,
I
’
m sorry I left the
clubhouse again. But I had to find out what happened.
”

“
You
saw,
”
he said.
“
I hit your father with his
rifle. He wanted to flex a little muscle.
”

“
You
could have stopped him.
”

“
I
didn
’
t need to. I got out.
”

“
You
got hurt!
”

“
Everyone
gets hurt.
”

I cringed. I hated hearing about
people getting hurt, getting killed. I knew that peace didn
’
t exist in the world I had dove
into. It wasn
’
t possible
because there was always a fight to be had. Always someone looking to be bigger
and tougher.

“
I
’
m sorry,
”
I whispered.

Layne approached me on the bed. He
grazed my chin with one hand.
“
I
know you are, sweetheart. I just need you to believe that I am trying to
protect you. I didn
’
t know
the Mountain Killers were going to rally like that. Come after us.
”

“
Their
guy had no head,
”
I
whispered.

“
We
’
ll talk later.
”

“
What
about now?
”

Layne stepped back. He grabbed at
his belt buckle and opened it. My body quivered. My body felt like it had been
waiting for weeks for him even though it had been hours. The right thing would
have been to catch up on sleep. While the bags under his eyes screamed for
sleep, the look in his eyes screamed for something else.

As Layne pulled at the belt, taking
it off, I shivered.

“
What
are you doing?
”
I asked.

“
Punishing
you,
”
he said.

He looped the belt in half and
pulled it, making the leather smack together. I jumped and put my hands
forward.

“
What
…
are you going to hurt me?
”

“
Give
me your fucking hands,
”
he
said.
“
Don
’
t ask any questions.
”

I nodded. I kept my hands out for
Layne. He took the belt and wrapped it around my wrists and pulled tight. He
pulled my hands above my head and I kicked back on the bed. Layne climbed up on
the bed, straddling me. He stared down at me, his lip curled. I was completely
terrified and turned on at the same time.

Layne put the belt to the headboard
of the bed and wrapped it around the post over and over, tucking the leather
into itself to keep me there. I could have pulled and wiggled to try and get
free, but I was captured. My wrists were tied by Layne
’
s belt, Layne right there in my face. He reached
down and stroked my cheek, lovingly, and then he gripped his hand around my
hair and pulled.

“
I
warned you enough,
”
he
said.
“
You
’
re staying in this clubhouse.
One way or another. You want to see something scary? Fine. I
’
ll give you something fucking
scary. Now open your fucking mouth, sweetheart.
”

Layne reached for his jeans and
opened them. He pushed them down, letting me see the root of his cock. The
thickness bulged from the thatch of hair as I licked my lips, wanting him. He
kept pushing, letting more and more of his dick show. He finally popped free,
the full head of his cock just an inch from my hungry mouth. There was a slight
up curve to his cock, making my body tingle, because I knew all the spots deep
inside me that the curve had hit.

Layne put his hand to my chin.
“
Open.
”

I did.

His thumb ran along my bottom lip.

“
Now
suck.
”

He commanded. I obeyed.

Layne thrust forward, sending the
head of his cock right into my mouth. I gasped, groaned, and tried to ready
myself. My mouth stretched wide to take him. My tongue had no time to prepare.
The hardness of his shaft filled my mouth instantly. His hand still pulled at my
hair.

Slowly, Layne eased himself out of
my mouth. I gasped for a breath and then he was right back at me. This time he
pushed deeper, testing me. I shut my eyes, wanting all of him. I lost my breath
long enough that I tugged on the belt, my instinct telling me to push him away,
but I couldn
’
t. I was his.
Completely his.

“
That
’
s good,
”
he said.

He pulled his cock from my mouth
again. He reached down and stroked himself up and back.

“
I
’
m going to fill your mouth first,
”
he said.
“
Open again.
”

I did. I was ready.

Layne thrust deep into my mouth.
When he pulled back, I squeezed my lips together as hard as I could, feeling the
definition of his steel rod. I felt all the way to his sensitive bump, leading
to the thicker tip. As he tried to pull out, I moved forward, refusing him to
leave my mouth until he came.

“
That
’
s how you fucking want it?
”
he growled.
“
Take it.
”

He thrust and started to fuck my
mouth.

One hand rested gently at the back
of my head, holding me steady. Layne pumped, pushing and pulling, his beautiful
cock racing in and out of my mouth. He groaned when he went deep and he hissed
when my teeth grazed his tip. I kept tugging at the belt, wanting to grab him
and stroke him.

Layne kept going, sometimes slowing
to push deep into my mouth, testing me all the way to my throat. I strained to
look up at him, seeing each time that he was staring down at me. His eyes were
devouring me as much as his cock was devouring my mouth. He was in complete
control of my body. My life. My everything.

Pulling out of my mouth again, he
let me catch my breath.

“
It
’
s time,
”
he said. His hand stroked himself fast, making a
tight fist around his massive dick, pumping hard. His knuckles were swollen and
cut from fighting. The veins in his shaft were so full.

“
Fuck,
”
I whispered.
“
Give me it.
”

Layne slid his hand down and
pressed forward. The head of his cock entered my mouth again and I sucked hard.
His body jumped and he groaned, staring to come. The spurts of warmth filled my
mouth, layering my tongue with a wet, hot blanket of his release. Layne thrust
forward, moving deep into my mouth. Back and forth, he gently pumped himself,
letting my lips pull at his pulsing shaft, demanding all of his release.

I tasted all of him, even after he
took his dick from my mouth. He was still hard, glistening from my spit and his
release. He moved up a little and I came forward, the tip of my tongue wanting
to the taste the bottom of his shaft. Before I could do that, a hand grabbed my
mouth.

Layne stared down at me.
“
Enough. Now it
’
s my fucking turn.
”

9.

(Layne)

I wanted to fucking hate her. I
didn
’
t want to hurt her but
I really wanted to hate her. I wanted to find the
something
inside me to
take her and toss her out on her ass. To give her a few bucks and send her
packing for good. Get the fuck out of the Devil Call MC clubhouse. Get the fuck
out of Oakville. Get the fuck out of my life.

But I couldn
’
t.

My dick throbbed, still dripping
from Shelby
’
s perfect
mouth. And now my hands tore at her pants. I ripped them down to her ankles and
took them off along with her shoes. My hands ran up her legs. She bent her
knees and opened her legs, like a good girl, ready for me to have what I
fucking wanted. What I fucking needed. A sweet taste better than the most
expensive whiskey. A drug more addictive than anything in the world.

She wore red panties and had a dark
red wet spot between her legs. Fucking hell, the woman was dripping wet for me.
I gripped her legs and tried to tell myself not to. To just leave her like
this; tied to my bed, her belly full of me, and nothing else. I could go out to
the bar, get a shot of whiskey and let some bar slut suck me off real quick.
Just to take Shelby away from all this.

But
…
I couldn
’
t do it. I needed
Shelby. Goddamit, I cared about her. Maybe I loved her. Maybe I just wanted her
sweet pussy in my mouth.

I grabbed the side of her panties
and ripped them like they were a bag of potato chips. I did the same to the
other side and then she was all fucking mine. Her fucking lips were glistening
wet, curling open, waiting. I put my mouth to her slick center and went right
to town on her. I was hungry, suckling her soft, dripping skin, loving her.

Shelby cried out and thrust at me.

My tongue came forward, thrusting
into her tender hole, then curling up. I found her clit with ease, rolling her
soft, pleasure-center nub between my lips and tongue, making her jump. I could
see her pulling at the bed, wishing her hands were free to grab at my hair.

I added more pressure, suckling
hard, even nibbling at her clit. I was going to take her to the edge and
fucking throw her off it.

Her heels dug into the bed and she
rocked harder, faster, losing herself to the pleasure. She screamed out and
started to shake head.

“
Layne,
no,
”
she gasped.
“
Fuck. It
’
s
…
it
’
s so much
…
Fuck
…”

I growled as I took a breath and
went right back at it. My tongue lapped even more, the wet sound echoing in the
room.

My mouth stayed hungry, craving
more of Shelby
’
s precious
nectar. I ate her to orgasm and didn
’
t
stop. She screamed as she came, pushing back on the bed. My hands slipped
around to her ass and lifted her bottom half off the bed. Her legs wrapped
around my neck and she rocked her hips, losing all control. Her pussy flooded
me with her sweetness. I licked, sucked, tasting everything I possibly could.
Even when she started to shake, I kept going.

When I came up for air, I licked my
lips, her sweet flavor all over me. My hands squeezed at her ass, easing her
back to the bed. Her pussy was still ripe, ready for more loving.

I kissed at her smooth mound, my
hands already working up her shirt. I wouldn
’
t
be able to take her shirt and bra off completely, but what the fuck did I care?
My hands dug under her bra and cupped her tits. I pushed and lifted her shirt
and bra, right up to her chin. I turned her to the side, admiring her succulent
body. The sight of her full tits all the way down to the natural, curvy shape
of her body.

I placed one hand on her hip and
held her steady. My cock was still hard, full again. I was recharged and ready
to fuck.

From the corner of her eye, Shelby
looked at me. Her face was flushed. She was still shaking. She was still warm
and wet, too. She wasn
’
t
done yet. Dirty little fucking thing, wasn
’
t
she?

My other hand touched her belly and
slid down between her legs.

“
Still
ready,
”
I said.
“
You
’
re all mine, sweetheart.
”

I placed my cock to her slit and
thrust. She welcomed me, sheathing me with a throbbing tightness. I hissed and
felt my ass flex as I thrust even harder. My hand moved from her pussy to her
shoulder, pulling at her. I wanted to be as deep as physically possible. I
wanted Shelby to ache when she walked. I wanted her to have this moment define
her.

She was fucking mine.

Now, tomorrow, and forever.

Goddammit
…
forever.

What a fucking word.

I fucked harder and faster, doing
anything to chase my thoughts away. Her pussy was beautifully warm, tight,
pulling at my cock as I pounded into her. The entire bed shook with the same
kind of fury that raged through my body. My left hand slid from her thick hip
up to her back, then to the back of her neck. My other hand moved hair out of
her face.

I sped up.

Her face writhed with pleasure,
maybe pain. But she was still moving at me. Fucking back at me, working her
body like a vise to my dick.

I finally reached for the headboard
and gripped it tight. My balls ached and swelled, ready to unleash again. Fuck,
this woman earned it out of me.

As the rush creeped through my
body, I groaned. The pressure had built to its breaking point. I reached with
my right hand to the belt and pulled at it. I wrestled with it for a few
seconds, gritting my teeth, trying to hold back. My cock pulsed deep inside
Shelby
’
s tender body as the
belt let go. Her hands were fucking free and she shook them fast, letting the
belt fall from her. Her hands then clawed at me as she twisted, wanting to face
me. I let her move to her back as my cock throbbed inside her.

She pulled her mouth to my chest
and let out a cry. Then she burst into fucking tears.

I slowed myself down, gently
fucking her. Deep. Out. Back in for more, milking myself dry.

One hand held the back of Shelby
’
s head, the other touched her
back.

I eased myself to the bed, rolling
to the side, still inside her body.

She wept like there was no
tomorrow. I didn
’
t know
what to fucking do or say. So I held her. I let her cry. My cock still pulsed
as I finally lost my hardness. I stroked her back with care, with love, wanting
to tell her the world would be okay.

But I didn
’
t say that to her.

I didn
’
t fucking feel like lying.