SAVAGE HEART (Layne & Shelby Book Two) (A Devil Call MC Book) (3 page)

4.

(Shelby)

I wanted to cry but just couldn
’
t find the emotion to do so.
This was what my life had become. Which shouldn
’
t
have been a big surprise. The plan was to just find a way out of it all. Get on
the road, get away, and then find my mother once and for all. Things were
getting more and more dangerous. And the way Layne had been acting made me feel
like I was involved. Or I caused all of it to happen.

I put my notebook on my bed and
flipped through the pages. All I had were snippets. Bits and pieces of
information about my mother. Things I got Daddy to admit to me. Information
guys in the clubhouse gave to me when they felt like it. Each time they did it,
they expected me to fuck them or blow them, which I never did.

Except for that one time, one
night, with Finn
…

A thunder boom hit my door.

I jumped and lunged back on the
bed. At first I thought it was someone fighting. I expected a bullet to tear
through the door or someone to crash through it.

But there was no more sound.

For a few seconds.

Then the thundering boom came again.

“
Shelby?
”

It was Layne
’
s voice.

I took a breath and went to the
door and opened it. I backed up, no choice but to let him inside. It was his
room, his clubhouse, his MC. Not that this was really much of a room. More like
a big closet cleaned out for the sole purpose of keeping me there.

“
Are
you drunk?
”
I asked Layne.

“
No,
”
he said.

“
Then
what do you want?
”

He came forward and slammed the
door behind him.
“
Don
’
t talk to me like that,
sweetheart.
”

“
I
’
m sorry. Should I drop to my
knees and suck your cock?
”

Layne
’
s
hand shot forward and he grabbed my mouth. My lips were pursed and he  gritted
his teeth at me.

Fuck, it should have scared me, but
it turned me on. I hadn
’
t
been touched in a while. And from the first time Layne fucked me, he lit a fire
inside me I didn
’
t know
could exist. Like he broke something open in me that unleashed a wild side of
myself. There was no way in hell I could fuck anyone else though. First, nobody
in the clubhouse would be that stupid. If you fucked the President
’
s woman, you were dead. Second,
Layne would probably kill me for doing it.

But I didn
’
t want anyone else. I wanted Layne. I wanted him to
grab me, push me around, fuck me.

He pulled at me, bringing his
forehead to mine. Our lips were so close. My lips quivered, wanting him worse
than I ever have before.

“
Don
’
t fucking push me right now,
”
he growled.
“
Do what you
’
re told and stay the fuck alive.
”

Layne let me go and slipped by me.
He plopped down on the edge of the bed. He patted the spot next to him.

“
Sit,
”
he ordered.

I slowly backed up and sat down. My
body was on fire. I was wet, my panties pressing between my legs, my inner
thighs trembling. I inched my left hand near Layne
’
s and touched him.

“
What
’
s going on?
”
I asked.

“
Too
much,
”
he said.

“
Layne,
I feel like you
’
re mad at
me. Like you think I caused
…”

“
Shut
up,
”
he said.
“
You fucking hid things from me.
I walked into a storm, sweetheart. Finn slitting some guy
’
s throat. Mountain Killers
shooting me. Learning that the former President was captured and killed by the
Mountain Killers. That alone should have started a war, but it didn
’
t. Then the fucking mafia shows
up. They give me orders.
”

“
They
gave you orders?
”
I asked.

Layne swallowed hard.
“
Then I find out about your old
man.
”

“
I
’
m sorry,
”
I said.
“
He
’
s old school, Layne. He
understands the MC. He
’
s
not out to change Oakville, okay? He
’
s
not in the way.
”

Layne slowly turned his head and
looked at me.
“
He
’
s a drunk. He hits you. He doesn
’
t give a damn about this town.
He has no idea what
’
s
coming.
”

“
What
does that mean?
”

“
You
were there,
”
Layne said.
“
At Pep
’
s with me.
”

“
The
shooting?
”

Layne nodded.
“
You were on the ground. You were
safe, protected. But when I jumped up, I saw something. It
’
s burned in my fucking mind and
I can
’
t let it go.
”

“
What?
”
I asked.

Layne just sat there, staring at
me. His eyes were dark, cold. Christ, they almost looked like Finn
’
s eyes.

Finn
’
s eyes.

Shit, don
’
t think about Finn right
now.

“
Layne,
”
I said.

He still stared at me.

It was like he was dead, a statue,
a man empty just sitting there.

That
’
s
when my emotion was finally able to let go. The lump in my throat rose up and
my eyes filled with tears.

“
Fuck,
”
I whispered.

I reached up and touched his face.
His steel like jaw was covered with rough scruffy hair. A man built for this
kind of life. Everything about Layne was steel like, even down to his heart.

“
I
stood up,
”
Layne said.
“
And I saw someone walking away
from the bar. They were wearing a Devil Call MC cut.
”

“
Jesus,
”
I said.
“
Are you serious?
”

“
Yes.
”

“
Someone
in here
…”

“
I
don
’
t know,
”
Layne said.
“
I
’
m
trying not to think about it right now. I don
’
t
want to think someone in this clubhouse would do something like that. But my
mind can
’
t stop wondering
about Finn. Who he really is. What his intentions are. If he wanted the patch,
he could set me up to look like a shit President.
”

“
Finn
wouldn
’
t.
”

“
How
do you know?
”

“
I
don
’
t,
”
I said.
“
Fine. You win, Layne. Kill everyone in the
clubhouse.
”

“
Shut
it,
”
Layne growled.
“
Just fucking listen to me. I don
’
t want to believe that someone
in this MC did it. Do you understand that? I
’
ve
seen what a paranoid MC President looks like. I
’
ve
lived through it.  Want to know how it ended?
”

“
How?
”
I asked.

“
The
guy ended up fucking dead. The entire MC voted to take him out. My best friend,
Talon, and myself worked it out. Talon made the kill, took the patch. And that
only opened the doors for more wars down in Brocke. It
’
s not a fucking fun ride to look over your shoulder
to guys who are supposed to have your back and not be sure what the fuck they
’
re going to do.
”

I swallowed hard.
“
I
’
m
sorry
…”

“
We
already had one guy turn on us. And I don
’
t
trust Finn. Why didn
’
t he
take the patch?
”

“
He
didn
’
t want it.
”

“
Why?
”

I shook my head.
“
I don
’
t know. I serve drinks. I
’
m trying to find my mother. And now I
’
m scared of my own father.
”

“
Because
of the mafia ties?
”

“
Yeah.
They killed a prospect. They kidnapped you, Layne.
”

“
Jesus
Christ, I
’
m right here,
”
Layne said.
“
They
’
re not going to kill me. It
’
ll work out. Together. This is club shit. Not for
you to think about.
”

“
As
I
’
m being held captive in a
closet.
”

Layne gritted his teeth and stood
from the bed.
“
You want to
fucking go? Then go. Then I can
’
t
protect you.
”

I looked up at him.
“
You
’
re hiding something from me. I know it. I can sense
a liar from a mile away.
”

Layne reached down and touched my
chin.
“
Then you shouldn
’
t have gotten involved with a
biker. We
’
re all fucking
liars. The MC comes first, sweetheart. I have to represent this patch, this
cut, this club. I can
’
t let
anything come into Oakville and hurt the MC. Because if one town falls, one
charter is overrun, it
’
ll
start to happen. You don
’
t
understand that.
”

I opened my mouth, wanting to
unleash on him. Tell him he was a piece of shit. Demand he tell me what he knew
and I didn
’
t. All I could
think about was that night at Pep
’
s.
We were finally opening up a little. He was piecing things together. And he
knew my mother
’
s name. Then
the place got shot up.

Thinking about those bullets made
me shiver.

Layne
’
s
thumb slid across my bottom lip, pulling it down a little. He traced the line
of lips up and around. Fuck, if it didn
’
t
turn me on. I felt pathetic, the wetness pouring between my legs. My toes curls
with an achy need.

My right hand reached forward and
touched his leg. My other reached for his hand. I kept his finger at my mouth.
The tip of my tongue came forward, gently flickering the tip of his finger.

“
Ah,
fuck,
”
he growled.

My lips tightened around his finger
and I sucked. I pulled my lips off his finger with a
pop
sound. I leaned
back just enough to let my shirt pull up. I flicked the button on my pants and
wasted no time in sliding my hand down, into my own pants and panties. The
urges were too great. If it wasn
’
t
going to be Layne, then I
’
d
just do it myself. I needed it. I craved it. The ultimate addiction.

My fingers touched between my legs,
the smooth, wet silk, warm and ready. I curled my fingers and pressed, my body
giving way to my own touch.

But that wasn
’
t good enough.

“
Fucking
hell, sweetheart,
”
Layne
said.

“
Yeah,
”
I purred.
“
Yeah
…”

My right hand moved up and cupped
between Layne
’
s legs. His
cock was already thick, full, pressing against his jeans. I pulled at his belt
buckle and opened it. I opened his jeans, carefully pulling the zipper down.
All with one hand.

My other hand gently rubbed my
pussy. I knew what I wanted and I was going to fucking take it.

As I touched the thick, stiff root
of Layne
’
s cock, I pulled
at him, wanting all of him. Layne put his hand to my mine and jammed my hand
down into his jeans, feeling the length of his steely shaft. When my palm
rubbed against the fleshly head of his cock, I bit my lip and groaned.

“
Now,
”
Layne said.

He took his hand from mine and
pushed his jeans down. I was left holding the head of his cock, my fingers
still touching between my legs.

Layne put a hand to back of my head
and pulled. I came forward, my hand easing down his shaft, squeezing tight,
holding at the middle of his hard dick. My lips kissed his tip, my tongue
swirling around once, pulling back, watching a droplet slip from his cock. My
tongue lapped it up, wanting more.

I kissed his cock again and then
slipped my lips over him. I moved down and pulled back, feeling my lips rubbing
against the perfect thickness of his cock. My hand moved down to the base of
his shaft and I pumped at him.