The Devil's Bed (Sensual Romance, M.C Bikers Alpha Male) (7 page)

She couldn’t help feeling a bit rejected, although she knew it was just a fling, nothing more could come from a man that is set in that life.  She shook her head as she entered the shower alone, she washed herself clean again and thought about how she could escape the situation.

Maybe it was just carnal needs and nothing more she thought to herself.  She felt her heart become heavy as she thought about his grin earlier, and his cock deep inside her.  She felt a sudden jolt run through her body, this time to her head.  It felt strange, unlike anything she knew before. 

“Hey hurry up,” he called out.  She stepped out of the shower and got dressed quickly.  She pulled out her old leather jacket and pants.  When Jake came out of the bathroom, his jaw dropped at the sight of her.

  “I wasn’t expecting that,” he said looking away quickly.  Cinnamon felt her face become hot, was he disturbed by her sudden change? She reached out to him and he turned away grabbing his shirt.  “Hey,” she said as she moved closer to him, she wasn’t the type of woman to allow a man to be cold and calculating towards her.  Jake stepped back but not before she could put her hand on his waist.  “Jake,” she said looking into his blue eyes. She searched for answers but was left with more questions.

“What is this?” she asked as she felt at his side a large thing scar as if someone had cut him along his side.  “Nothing,” he said as he pulled his shirt over his head.

“Seriously? Am I just a piece of ass before you turn me over to your dear old fucking father?” she asked angrily. She reached up to slap him across his face and he caught her arm before she could make contact.

He pulled her close to him and kissed her forehead. Cinnamon could hear his heart beating with her ear pressed against his ridged chiseled chest. She held on to his dark charcoal grey t-shirt and looked up at him.  He stared into her green eyes and small smile started at the corner of his mouth.

“Do you want to go tomorrow?” he asked.

She felt her body relax.

“What is this really all about I feel like there is something you are not telling me,” she said softly as she stayed in his arms.

“It will all be revealed soon, just know I mean you no harm,” he said.

She pushed away from him and started to undress he looked at her puzzled.

“What you asked if I wanted to stay and I do,” she said smiling.

Cinnamon knew it was crazy to be sleeping with a Fire Demon M.C leader’s son.  She knew there was bad blood between her father’s gang and the Fire Demon’s.  She also wasn’t sure what to make of Jake, he seemed to be kind yet so rough around the edges.   Jake smiled as he pulled off his t-shirt and sat down on the bed. 

Cinnamon started to do a sexy dance for him and jiggled her breasts at him being silly.  She threw back her head and laughed as she hopped onto the bed.

“Don’t you need to check in with dear old dad?” She asked smirking. His face tightened when she said this and so she quickly changed the subject by slipping her hand over his sizable package between his legs.

Her hand slowly rubbed him until he was at full mast. She tugged at his jeans and slipped them off him again.  Cinnamon grinned as she hopped off the bed.

“Hey, where are you going?” he asked gruffly.

“You’ll see,” she said giggling.

She came back with a tall glass dispenser the liquid inside was a clear rubbing oil.  She grinned as she placed the glass filled with oil on the stand next to the bed. She pumped it a few times filling her hand with the already warmed liquid.  Slowly she rubbed the oil around his pelvic area and massaged hard at first.  She felt herself becoming wet with excitement as he moaned in pleasure. 

Her oiled hand went to his shaft but instead of grasping it she pushed it against his thigh and slowly sensually rubbed his shaft.  Her hand glided back and forth, up and down slowly teasing his cock.  “Fuck,” he moaned as she cupped his balls with her left hand. She slipped her left hand below his balls and began to massage the space between there while keeping her right hand massaging his big thick cock. 

She wanted to climb on top of him and feel the full length of his pulsing veined cock deep inside her but she fought that urge.  Cinnamon slowed her movements down when Jake started to breath faster and harder.  She moved her left hand to his leg and braced herself as she climbed over him lowering her sizable breasts over his hard cock.  She pushed his cock between her cleavage and rubbed his cock up and down between her oiled breasts.

Jake moaned and grunted as she pushed out her tongue against his cock.  With each slow slide down his cock, she flicked the tip with her tongue ring the silver metal ball rolled over the tip making Jake almost cum on her face.

Cinnamon sat back and then went down on his cock swirling her tongue around the head and rim of this shaft.  Jake’s hands went to her hair and he pulled on her a little while she slowly teased the head of his cock passed her soft lips.

As her tongue moved up and down his shaft, the silver ball pressed hard against each vein and made Jake’s pre-cum slowly slip out.  Cinnamon moved her body over his and slowly sat down on his hard thick cock.  Jake moaned as he felt himself almost burst inside her from the pressure she had built up.

Cinnamon rode him hard and fast, rocking her hips back and for quickly while rubbing her pulsing clit against his oiled pelvis.  She felt a radiation of pleasure from the core of her body right out through her chest and limbs.  She couldn’t focus on anything but the pure pleasure she was feeling.  As Jakes hard cock hit her g-spot Cinnamon felt utter release, hot and drenching wetness come from herself as her legs shook from the intense pleasure.

She screamed out in great pleasure as Jake continues to fuck her hard.  The intense rush of uncontrolled spasms continued as his cock pumped upwards into her wetness. Cinnamon could smell their scent mixing was intoxicating to her. She pushed against Jake one final time feeling herself explode in pleasure as he did inside her. 

Cinnamon moaned as she climbed off Jake and threw her arms up over her head on the bed.  “That was intense,” she moaned still feeling the tingling fading pleasure run its course throughout her body.

Jake turned over to face her and smiled at her while he reached out and massaged her hip. “You are dangerous,” he said in a whisper.  She grinned and propped herself up on her side.

Her hand went to his teardrop tattoos; she moved her finger slowly over the tattoo making it moist from the oil still on her hand.  His skin shinned in the afternoon sunlight, and Cinnamon reached for his big hand and kissed his knuckles softly.  She rolled out of bed and opened the window letting the cool ocean breeze lick at her sides.

Jake watched her from the bed as she stood looking out at the ocean from her window with one leg up on her knee as if she was a sea bird.

“Jake,” she said turning to see him starting at her. He cocked his brow as she walked over to him and sat on her bed.

“What is this really all about?” she asked again hoping he would now be honest with her.

Jake sighed and rolled over with his back facing her he sat up.  Cinnamon crawled over to him on the bed and sat behind him kissing his shoulder.

She saw another tattoo on his back a small black sparrow flying from a branch her fingers ran over it tracing it flight.

“What does this one mean?” she asked.

“I got that when I got my first Harley,” he said.

“Why a sparrow and not a hog?” she said. Most men in biker gangs had tattoos of their bikes, their gang family symbol or skulls.

“Because when I ride the open road I am truly free from everything,” he said turning his head and body to face her.

“The sparrow is you?” she asked.  He shook his head no.

“The sparrow is life,” he said softly. 

“What about you?” he said smiling as he turned her over to examine her rose and thorn tattoo. “I was just a stupid kid when I got that, I thought I was being so cool and different,” she said woefully.  She sat up and moved closer towards Jake, the sheets on the bed crinkled as she moved.

“I was fifteen on drugs and stupid,” she said as she leaned her head on his shoulder.  Jake’s arms went around her body and he stroked her long blond hair.

“We were all stupid kids at some point,” he said softly.  Cinnamon wanted to know whom the teardrops were for on his chest and neck.  She knew they usually meant someone had died but she didn’t press Jake, men like him didn’t share those kinds of inner thoughts easily.

Cinnamon moved from the arm place in Jake’s arms and stretched, her muscles hurt from all their activities.  She looked over at her phone and saw she had a dozen missed calls.

“Shit,” she said as she picked it up. 

“Jake, can I?” she asked as she held the phone in her hands.

“I’m sorry,” he said as he stood taking the phone from her.

“But it’s my sister she’s worried,” she protested.

“I’ll send her a text your fine,” he said.  He used the smart phone like a pro and sat it down turning it off.

“She will be confused,” she said biting her nail.

“Nothing to worry about,” Jake said.  He walked over to Cinnamon and lifted her chin up with his index finger and thumb and kissed her.

Cinnamon felt the world melt away in that kiss.

The next morning Cinnamon woke up in Jake’s arms.  She slowly slipped out of bed and went over towards her phone.  She wanted to make sure Sugar her sister knew what was happening.

Maybe she could contact their father and he could do something.  Cinnamon waited until she was in her bathroom to turn her phone on.  When she switched it on it chimed in the bathroom as it powered up.

“Shit,” she whispered quickly pushing two large fluffy white towels over the speaker.  She turned the volume off and sent a text message.  Her heart was racing she didn’t know if she should trust Jake even if they had an amazing sexual connection. Cinnamon felt that there was more to the story than what he was telling her.

She didn’t want to contact her father for help since she had burned that bridge years ago but she knew she couldn’t involve the police.

“Cinnamon?” she heard Jake call out to her. “Just a minute just going to the bathroom,” she said as she turned off her cell phone and slipped it between some towels.

Jake opened the door just as she flushed the toilet.  She felt the adrenalin rush through her body when she saw him standing there looking at her suspiciously.

“Thought maybe you left,” he said as he pulled her close to him and kissed her.

Cinnamon pulled herself away.

“Where are you really taking me?” she asked pointedly.

“I could take you anywhere you want to go but first we have a meeting,” he said as he pulled her closely again.  He smelled her hair and then kissed her neck with one hand at her jaw line the other holding her wrist tightly.

“Anywhere,” she said cocking her eyebrow.

“Yes,” he whispered in her ear. His heated breath made her shiver a little.

“How much are you getting?” she asked angrily.

“Enough,” he said stubbornly. He turned away from her in frustration.

“If I go with you how can I know I am safe?” She asked.

“I gave my word to bring you to him,” is all Jake said. Cinnamon felt her heart would burst.
Did this mean his father planned to use her more than just as a bargaining chip?
  Her only hope was for Sugar to tell their father and him to find her.  She knew it would take time and if she stalled more that maybe he could find her before anything happened.

“Come on,” he said as he grabbed her shoulder.

“But let’s eat first,” she protested.

“No get dressed,” he said sternly.

Gone was the feeling of the close intoxicating lust out Cinnamon tried to focus on her problem at hand.

As they climbed on his bike, she remembered how she used to love the open road more than anything did.  She promised herself she would never ride in a cage again but then she hadn’t planned on ever leaving her father’s gang.  She held on to Jake’s waist as they made their way through the winding hills, the ocean seemed to disappear and if it wasn’t for the salt air she would have assumed they were inland. 

He pulled over to the side of the road, “What’s wrong?” she asked. He stepped off the bike and pulled her off it.

“Look,” he said pointing east into the mountain.

“What?” she asked as she stared into the woods.

“There,” he pointed at a small cabin not far from the road.

“Okay?” she said confused.

“That’s where I am suppose to take you,” he said pausing.

“A biker is only as good as his word,” he finished.

He pulled the bike off the side of the road.  There were other bikes lined up she hadn’t noticed before just a few yards from the road hidden by bushes and a small shack.

“Cinnamon, I don’t know what he has planned for you,” he said as he led her towards the cabin.  “Why are you taking me to him then?” she asked knowing he would just parrot his word is his bond. “I have to,” he said with his mouth clenched tightly.

“Now,” he pulled her arm harder as she tried to escape from him.

It was at this moment that she heard the familiar sound, the roll of thunder from her father’s hog.  She spun around quickly just in time to see him hopped off is bike after parking it.  Her eyes started to tear up, as she watched her tall thin aged biker dad walk increasingly fast towards them.

Cinnamon felt a mixture of love and hate for her father a man with an iron heart that was cold yet could just as warm.  It must be that Sugar got her message to her father; she smiled at him as he came towards them. She watched him come close to her and Jake and felt tense she wondered if he would punch Jake.  His hands went to his jacket and for a moment Cinnamon felt her heart drop,
he wouldn’t shoot him would he?

She saw the glimmer of silver and black plastic and her heart dropped in relief, it was just his glasses.   He approached Jake quickly and instead of hitting him like Cinnamon had expected he clasped hands with him and gave him a bro hung.  Cinnamon cocked her eyebrow and looked confused between the two men. 

“What the fuck?” she popped her hip to the right side and slammed down her helmet.

“Don’t be mad princess,” her father said as he came close to give her a hug.

Cinnamon pulled away quickly. “Don’t touch me,” she said with daggers.

“Cinna,” he said.

“Nathan, what is going on?” she asked staring angrily into her father’s eyes.

“She give you any trouble?” he nudged Jake and ignored his daughter.

“She has a mean kick,” he said in a serious tone.  Jake stood back from the father and daughter reunion.

“I don’t understand,” she protested as her father and Jake pulled on both her arms making her walk towards the cabin.

“You want me to what?” she said again shaking her head.

“I knew you wouldn’t come willing, in fact I was surprised Jake could get you this far,” he said patting Jake on the back with his other hand firmly grasping her forearm. 

“You bet your ass I wouldn’t come for something like this, you do know I am an adult,” she protested.

“Listen it will become clear once we talk it out,” Nathan said.

As they approached the cabin Nathan turned to his daughter, “Princess,” he said.  She interrupted him, “I’m not…” he grabbed her mouth and covered it.

“Listen, you are and you will do this or else,” he said darkly.  Cinnamon felt her heart race as she remembered when her father used this tone it meant to shut the fuck up and do it.

“You will behave, you will not be a little bitch like your hooker mother and you will listen to me,” he said gruffly.

“Yes sir,” she said knowing that it didn’t matter, now that he had her in his clutches there was no running from the gang.

“Jake,” Nathan said motioning for Jake to enter first.

As the door swung, open Cinnamon saw a three large burly men sitting at a table in the center of the small cabin.

“Dad,” Jake said as he walked to the corner of the room and stood back watching the proceedings.

Cinnamon felt nervous as her father pushed her inside her footing was uneven and she tripped forward and was caught by her dad.

“Big Ed, this is her, Cinnamon,” he said as he repositioned her into an upright position.

“You’re father said you were beautiful,” he said as his dirty sweaty hand went to his mouth and traced his mustache and beard.

The room smelled of skunkweed and dirty old men, she wanted to leave but her feet stayed planted to the floor.  “So, did he tell you?” he asked standing up.  There was a reason Big Ed was called big, Cinnamon couldn’t help but feel like the incredibly shrinking woman as this goliath of a man stood before her.

She didn’t respond to his question but Nathan did, “Yes, I’ve told her,” he said adjusting himself.  Cinnamon looked over at the other two men and realized on of them was Chewie, a favorite uncle of hers growing up.  Chew caught her eye and winked at her making Cinnamon feel more at ease. 

“Good, so now the question is Jake did you test her out?” Big Ed asked as he clapped his hands together. Jake looked on and nodded once.  Cinnamon felt suddenly dirty and betrayed, she thought they had shared something special even if it was only bodily needs but “testing her out” made her angry.

Her face wet hot and she was about to tell him off but her father squeezed her arm hard and made her shrink back.

“We need this to be believable,” Big Ed said as he paced.  His leathers creaked as he moved closer to Cinnamon.  “Pity, I should have taken her for me,” he said then turned away.

“Okay well, we don’t need a contract but basically you are now the property of Jake Carlyle and new member of the Fire Devils as of today.  Jake told me your size and here is your Jacket ready to go,” he said as he leaned down to pick up a new looking black leather jacket. On the back of it was the words “Property of J.C”.  Big Ed tossed the jacket to Jake.

Jake caught with one hand and walked over to Cinnamon she looked into his eyes hoping to see the same fire from earlier that morning but nothing, he seemed to be on autopilot as he pulled her old jacket off her.

“So then it’s done, we won’t need to worry if we ride into your territory or vice versa, and the deal is still on for Friday,” her father said as he shook Nathan’s hand.  Cinnamon felt a hot tear roll down her cheek as Jake slipped her new jacket over her shoulders.

She had many questions she wanted answered most of all she wanted to know if this was her punishment for turning her back on the gang. 

“No more bloodshed and now that our children are together we can really take control of this region,” Big Ed laughed loudly.

“Jake, take her out of here,” Big Ed ordered.  Jake didn’t need to grab her arm, Cinnamon walked outside on her own, defeated.  She ran through her mind that her father had said they had lost over twenty people during a huge gang fight two months ago.   It wasn’t uncommon for no one to care when a biker went missing, it had stayed out of the news for now but the violence was impacting their businesses.  

“Why did you lie?” she asked him once they were outside.

“Cinnamon, you have to understand this is my family—our family,” he said as he walked to his bike.  He leaned against it and took a smoke out from his pocket.  He lit his own and then took a long drag from it.  Cinnamon held out her hand and he supplied her with his cig.  She filled her lungs with the warmth and as she exhaled felt, the immediate effects of relaxation she had missed.

“I haven’t smoked in two years,” she said as she then took another drag.

“Fuck,” she said as she stretched her arms up and standing back away from him.  She knew now wasn’t the time or place to throw a fit, it wouldn’t serve any purpose.

  “Has it been that bad?” she asked.

“Yes, we lost a lot of good men,” he looked out into the woods. Cinnamon didn’t know how she felt about this man in front of her.  He grew up in the gang life just as she did; was he a good man or not she couldn’t answer.  She studied his face and traced her eye down to his package.

She felt a jolt of pleasure run through her body remembering what they had done a few hours ago. Cinnamon still felt a fire inside her for this rough, rude man; she didn’t know why she felt so attracted to him.

“Your father didn’t tell you but we can’t tell anyone about this false arrangement,” he casually.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“Well, the story is we are in love, and some shit like that, so they decided to draw a truce so we can be free to move around the territory,” he said coldly.

“You know, I am not even mad about this situation, I knew at some point he would return in my life, and wreck it, I just didn’t expect he would let me be traded off,” she said holding her arms close to her chest.

“You’re not traded off, you can do as you please just your body is mine,” he said as his eyes traced her figure. “Oh, is that so?” she asked bitterly.

“My body, my choice,” she said stiffly while tossing down the butt of the cig. She didn’t want to want him; she shouldn’t want a man like him.  He was the like everything she had left behind rough and dangerous.

She studied his face and saw him flinch a little.  She couldn’t believe how arrogant he was and the fact that he fucked her just to take her for spin before buying.  “I don’t know what I saw in you, you disgust me,” she said and spat at his feet. She wanted to be free from that old life; she knew being with Jake could be her undoing.

“Cinnamon,” he barked and quickly grasped her arms pushing her up against a nearby tree.  He was like a dangerous drug she thought as he pushed her against the tall old pine tree’s trunk.

He held her wrists tightly together as he kissed her neck, sending chills through Cinnamon’s body.  She drank in his manly clean scent, she felt her legs go weak again; she didn’t want to feel this way about him her body betrayed her again and she felt a sudden wetness grow between her thighs.

He leaned over her ear, “I want you,” he whispered.  His hot breath made the hair on her neck stand on end.  She pushed him away with her arms.  “You can’t--” she protested as his controlling mouth pushed hard and forcefully over her tender pink lips.  She felt herself over come with desire and kissed him back with urgency. 

He was intoxicating, controlling, and dangerous everything she couldn’t resist.  He pulled at her they went behind the tree out of side from the cabin Jake quickly unzipped his pants.  Cinnamon knelt before him and took his large hard cock deep into her welcoming mouth.