Dark Menace MC: Stone (6 page)

I screamed when my orgasm hit, losing total
control, as ripple after ripple pulsed through my quaking body in
volcanic waves. I’d never felt anything so intense. Feeling Stone
spill his cum onto my leg was so fucking erotic, it overwhelmed my
senses.

“Holy fuck,” he snarled, stilling.

My sentiments exactly, but I was too weak to
do anything other than lay there.

STONE

I paused outside the bathroom door, wiping my
shoulders and chest down with a towel, checking out the curve of
Rachel’s sweet ass. She’d turned onto her side and had pulled the
sheet with her, leaving one leg and half of her bottom bare. Her
panties had moved up enough to show the fleshy curve of one cheek.
The t-shirt she had on had ridden up, too, exposing some of her
smooth flesh.

My cock twitched, and I paused from what I
was doing. I’d have liked nothing better than to put my dick in her
little cunt, especially now that I knew how tight it was.
Fuck.
I could still recall how it had clenched around my
fingers right before she came. I hadn’t planned on fingering her
into orgasm, but what surprised me more was my own fucking release
against her thigh. For not being balls deep inside a warm pussy, my
orgasm had been fucking intense.

She’d worked most of the night, so I decided
to let her sleep a little longer. I wanted to take her shopping for
some new clothes, get something sexier for when she worked behind
the bar or was waiting tables. I could have probably borrowed some
shit from one of the sweetbutts, but most of the girls were
rail-thin without the fucking curves Rachel had. Large, fake tits
didn’t count. I went to the dresser, yanked out a drawer, and
pulled out a pair of sweats.

There was a soft tap at the door as I was
slipping them on. I went to the door and answered it. It was Ty,
standing there with Rachel’s jeans and shoes hanging from his
hands. With a grin he held them up to me.

“I don’t care what fuckin’ time she gets
done, she comes straight to my room,” I said, snatching the items
from him. “Understand?”

His boyish smile never wavered. “Got it. Is
she working the bar again tonight?”

“Haven’t decided yet, it will either be there
or waiting tables.”

Ty acknowledged me with a chin lift and
turned to leave. I was about to shut the door when my VP took his
place. He didn’t look happy. I waited for him to speak.

“Got a message from Rebel—the Red Devils are
paying the Predators a visit.”

“Fuck.” I thought about the trouble that had
recently gone down between the Devils and Wild Marauders in Maine,
in which the Devils had been severely crippled. They were bad news,
and their presence at the Predators’ could only mean one thing—they
were looking to combine the two clubs.

“That’s not all,” Max continued. “They have
Lynch’s woman.”

“Shit!” How the fuck had they gotten their
hands on Kat? “Tell the brothers we have church in ten.” I closed
the door and reached for my burner on the dresser top. I doubted
that the president of Wild Marauders knew where his woman was, or I
would have heard from him by then.

“Yeah?”

Lynch’s less-than-friendly tone told me that
shit was happening at his end.

“You missing something, bro?” Silence. I
could imagine his mind was racing right now as he thought about my
question. “I know where your woman is.”

“Fuck, where?” he growled. “Just found out
she didn’t show up for work. Chicken’s disappeared, too.”

“The brother I have inside Red Devils got
word to us that Wildman and Killer have her at the Predators’
compound.”

“Fuck, not what I wanted to hear,
brother.”

We knew Wildman, president of the Red Devils,
was just that--wild, unpredictable, and lucky as shit. His club was
full of rapists and murderers. Killer’s club was only a few years
old, and not really a danger on their own. The Predators were
made-up of boys who thought they were bad ass, but hadn’t really
proved themselves. Wildman’s influence would give them an
opportunity, a new direction, and boost their fucking
confidence.

“We’re on our fuckin’ way,” Lynch said, and I
could tell that he was on the move. “You want to meet us?”

“Fuck, yeah,” I grinned, always up for war. I
didn’t know much about Kat, other than that she was the beauty
warming Lynch’s bed, but that didn’t matter. Dark Menace was always
available to help a club we were friendly with. “Contact us when
you’re close to the exit to
Coös
 
County, we’ll meet
you there. Predators aren’t far away.”

“Will do.”

I turned to my closet, halting when my gaze
landed on Rachel. She was beginning to wake, and was stretching and
moaning against the bed. The covers slipped further off her, and I
watched as she arched her back, thrusting those tits up high. Once
she settled against the bed again she opened her eyes. I heard her
breath catch when she realized that I was there, watching her.

We reached for the sheet the same time. I
knew she was going to hide herself away from me. As I whipped it
from her fingers I kneeled on the foot of the bed and crawled up
her body. I could feel her tense beneath me, but it didn’t disguise
how fucking soft and curvy she felt. My body seemed to fill all the
dips and crevices, and a groan rumbled from me when my dick found
its home between her legs and against her loins.

Her hands went to my shoulders and she gave
me a push. I grinned. I had no intention of moving until I was
ready. At that moment I just wanted to enjoy the curves beneath me,
enjoy her fire, because according to her eyes she was about to
explode.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“Saying good morning.” I lowered my face and
she turned her face away, avoiding my lips.

“Good morning, now get off.”

I laughed softly but didn’t move. “I intend
to.” I grabbed her by the hair and forced her around, at the same
time lowering my mouth to hers. She kept her lips pressed tightly
together, but I liked a challenge. I pressed my hard-on against her
pelvic bone and started to hump. When she opened her mouth to
complain I slipped my tongue inside. I knew the second that Rachel
understood the meaning behind my comment of getting off.

Her hands began to push in earnest against my
shoulders, and then she curled her fingers and I felt her claws dig
into me. I welcomed the fucking pain; all it did was turn me on
more. My already-hard dick turned harder, and fucking grew to its
full length. Jesus, I wanted inside her! I kept my mouth on hers,
exploring every little corner of her mouth with my tongue and
chewing on her bottom lip, until gradually she softened beneath me
and her sounds of dissatisfaction turned to whimpers of
acceptance.

Suddenly her mouth was pliable and returning
my kiss. Her submission got to me like nothing else. I applied more
pressure, pushing Rachel deeper into the bed, grinding my mouth
with mounting lust. Releasing the grip I had
in
on her hair, I grasped both of her wrists and
pinned them above her head with one hand. I let my other hand trail
down her body, pausing long enough to pinch her nipples before
continuing lower and cupping her pussy.

Fucking hell, she was already wet.

She moaned and raised her hips, as if seeking
more pressure.

I pulled back slightly. “You want to come
again, sweetheart?” I could see the answer in her smoky eyes, but I
also knew that Rachel was just stubborn enough to deny what she
wanted. To urge her to respond I nudged aside the thin silk that
was covering her sex, and flicked the tip of my finger over her
mound.

She remained obstinately silent. I stuck my
tongue out and licked her swollen lips. “Tell me what you want,
baby.” I parted the seam at her entrance and slowly ran my finger
up and down, until slipping inside to her labia. The soft, spongy
flesh was saturated with slick cream. I growled, knowing that I had
to have a taste.

Without hesitation I moved down her body and
jerked off her panties. She cried out when my mouth zeroed right in
on her wet pussy. I smashed my face against her, and buried my
tongue as deep as it would go. Fuck, she was dripping cream and I
was determined to get it all. The musky scent, her taste, jacked up
my libido, and I began dry humping the bed. I worked my tongue like
a cock, and used my fingers against her rock-hard little clit.

Rachel twisted and squirmed as I was
determined to get her off. I was vaguely aware of her heavy
panting, the soft sighs that told me where she was in her climb to
release. When they began to get louder and closer together I slid
my hands under her ass, gripped the fleshy cheeks tightly, and
lifted her up. The different angle allowed me to slip two fingers
inside her and focus on her G-spot, while I lavished attention to
her clit with my tongue. I knew it wouldn’t take her long, and it
didn’t.

“
Fuuuck!”
she exploded.

Seconds later, Rachel’s hands were clenching
in my hair as she screamed out her release. Several growls rumbled
in my throat. I quickly replaced my fingers with my tongue, letting
her cream coat it. I was a greedy bastard, and wanted it all. Fuck,
as heaven melted on my thrusting tongue I almost lost it, but no
fucking way was I going to waste another load outside her body. Now
was her time though, and I was loath to pull away. As her movements
slowed down, I began to lap her labia and outside pussy lips.

She twitched, and the hands in my hair
attempted to push me away. I grinned around the tasty scent of her
cunt, not ready to give up. I wanted every drop of her cream, and
having her at my mercy kept me turned-on.

“I can’t,” she stopped to suck in air, “take
anymore!” Lifting my head, I glanced at her over her pelvic bone.
She was looking down at me, her face flushed and her eyes still
showing signs of desire. “
Please—
”

There was a loud knock at the door. “What?” I
snarled at the interruption. All I could think about was getting my
dick wet inside Rachel’s tight pussy.

“Church,” was mumbled through the door.

Holy fuck, I’d forgotten about church. I
shook my head with disbelief, and pushed up and away from between
Rachel’s legs. When was the last time a woman had come between me
and the club? Fucking never, that’s when, and it wasn’t going to
happen now. The club came first over everything else, but it was
obvious that I needed to remind my dick of that.

“I’ll be right there.”

I stood, glaring down at the woman in my bed.
Fuck. She looked too tempting, too primed for my dick. At the same
time I knew that I had to get my shit together, because there was
no fucking way I was going to give her that kind of power. If I let
a woman come to mean more to me than an easy fuck, or let her come
before the club I might as well turn in my president’s patch. In
spite of my aching dick, I made the decision then that I’d take
everything and anything Rachel wanted to give, but I’d be careful
what I gave back in turn. I was used to holding myself back, it
would be easy.

“You’ll work behind the bar again tonight.” I
stripped my sweats off and walked naked to the dresser. “I was
going to take you shopping but something has come up.”

“Shopping for what?”

I pulled out a pair of clean jeans and
slipped them on, turning back to Rachel as I zipped them up. She
was leaning on her elbows. Her gaze shifted from what my hands were
doing to my eyes. “You need sexier clothes for when you work the
bar area.”

“Why? So I can get hit on even more?”

I gave her a thorough once over. “That goes
with the job.”

“And does taking advantage of me also go with
the job?” she fired back.

I reached for a shirt and closed the drawer.
“How did I fuckin’ take advantage of you, sweetheart?”

Since my shirt was going over my head I
couldn’t see her expression, but I could hear her huff of disbelief
and had a pretty good idea of what was coming next.

“Last night?” My eyes met hers when my head
popped through the opening. “And again this morning?”

I was sure she didn’t appreciate my chuckle.
“Baby, I didn’t hear the word ‘no’ leave those pretty lips of yours
once.” I slipped on my cut. “And if you think about it, I was the
one taken advantage of.” Ignoring her slack jaw I sat on the edge
of the bed to put on my boots. “You didn’t hear me crying out in
orgasm this morning.”

“Fuck you!” she hissed.

Ignoring her outburst, I stood up and walked
to the door. “Go back to sleep, your shift at the bar starts at
four. You want something to eat, help yourself to whatever is in
the kitchen behind the bar.” I opened the door and paused to look
back at her. “Do whatever you want to keep busy, shower, eat, fuck
one of the brothers, but don’t go outside the gate.”

Rachel’s expression didn’t change. She wasn’t
happy, and I couldn’t fucking believe that I’d told her to fuck one
of my brothers, but I had to prove to myself, and to her, that she
wasn’t getting to me. I shut the door behind me and headed to the
office.

The club came first.

Always.

RACHEL

Fuck one of his brothers?

Had Stone really just given me the go ahead
to fuck around? Boy, that was a clear message that he didn’t care
and that there wasn’t now, nor would there ever be, anything
between us. Not that I’d wanted anything. I wasn’t naive. Just
because the man had given me two of the most intense orgasms I’d
ever had, just because he’d kissed me like he owned me, didn’t mean
shit. He was a cold-hearted bastard. Well, he didn’t have to worry
about me. Getting involved, especially emotionally, with any man
right now wasn’t on my agenda.