Down and Dirty (Sons of Sinners Book 1) (2 page)

“Sax.” He nodded.

“Hey, man. Do you need me for anything?” Saxton grabbed the brunette’s hips from gyrating on his lap.

Jace raised his hand. “No, I’m fine. I am just going to the security room for a minute and talk to Blade.”

“Alright, man.” And then he went back to watching as the woman dry-humped his lap.

Jace knew it was only a matter of time before Saxton would have the brunette bent over the table, fucking her senseless. Saxton liked a little pussy teasing, but once playtime was over, he was ready to get his fuck on.

Farther to the back of the house, Jace opened the locked door and stepped inside. There sat one of the prospects, Blade, as he watched the TV monitors along the wall.

“Everything okay?”

Blade nodded. “Yes, sir. No problems here. The camera at the back stable was flickering on and off. So I had one of the guys go check it out. It’s fine now. And Marx is in the stable getting all the firearms in order as you asked.”

Blade was eager to become one of the members. He was one of the newest to pledge to the MC. The guy was a quick learner and didn’t ask stupid questions, getting done what they asked of the club members. Blade earned his nickname by being fast and accurate with his trusty knife. People learned to stay away whenever Blade had his knife out.

In the monitors Jace could see all that was going on in the premises from their high tech security room. Stone had paid a lot of money to insure the club’s privacy and protect the illegal arms they had hidden in the stables.

Jace watched the monitors, observing club members having a good time on the compound. The compound was a safe haven for their members where they could relax. They made sure they only had the prettiest women lingering around for them to play with. But sometimes Jace wanted more than sex from one of the club sluts. He was tired of having meaningless sex with faceless women. He needed more. Jace and Stone weren’t getting any younger. Only Stone knew that he wanted stability in his life. Most MCs were out for a quick lay, never intending to settle down in their rowdy lives.

Blade handed Jace a paper. “That’s a map of the warehouse we are meeting Linc at.” He stood and pointed to some red marks on the paper. “These are the ins and outs of every known exit. If there’s any trouble, we know where we can clear out if trouble arises.”

Jace liked Blade. He was on his shit. Jace and Stone had never asked this of Blade; he took it upon himself to do this for them. This proved to Jace that Blade was serious about becoming a part of their motorcycle family. He was helping to insure that his soon-to-be family would be safe if trouble occurred, even though Blade wouldn’t be joining them on their errand. 

Jace folded the paper three ways and stuffed it inside his black leather cut. “Good looking out. How does the construction look on the north side of the compound?” Jace looked at the monitor that had some of their members and prospects that showed some of their members and prospects laboring.

“The men haven’t stopped since this morning. They want this new wing done as much as anyone.”

“Yeah, our family has expanded since we first started. We definitely need the extra room.” Since the club had been expanding in members, Jace and Stone had plans made up where they were adding additional bedrooms and living areas to the compound. A few of the bedrooms were going to be larger than the others. Those larger cabins would be separate from the main clubhouse. In the future, Jace wanted a bigger suite with a more homey feeling for him and Stone when they did finally settle down with their old lady. Most of the members had no intention of ever moving out of the compound, but some needed more privacy away from the club. Jace needed more room for when he and Stone found their own woman.

At the corner of his eye, Jace saw a glimpse of an angel standing at the front gates of the compound. He stepped closer to the monitor. Jace instantly felt his cock harden by the mere sight of the fallen angel. He wanted her. He needed her. This thing of beauty was destined to be his, if only for one night.

“Who’s that?” He pointed to the screen.

Blade zoomed in on the woman speaking to one of the prospects who was guarding the front gates that day. “Let me turn on the sound, see if we can hear what she is here for.”

“No. Don’t bother. I will go down there myself and see what she wants.”

Jace watched the woman in the monitor. She wasn’t dressed the way the normal club whore dressed when they came there. This woman looked like she belonged in a library... prim and proper. This chick must have taken a wrong turn along the road, getting her directions messed up.

Lady, you don’t know what you are in for by coming here. Now that I have you in my sights... You’re going to wish you’d stayed in your car and kept driving.

Never let it be known that Jace wasn’t up for a challenge in his life. And by the looks of this little goody-two-shoes, she was going to be a tough one to lure into his bed.

He pulled his cell out of his pocket, dialing the number. “We have a visitor at the front gate. I think you’ll want to meet who’s come to see us.”

“Y
ou can do this,” Zoey Allen said to herself as she stood at the gated entrance of the motorcycle club, The Sons of Sinners. She stood in front of her car, waiting for the tall, dark and brooding man that stood on the other side of the fence to approach her.

“We don’t have a need for any more sluts in our club, lady. So why don’t you just get in your car and take off in the direction you came from?” Mr. Rude started to walk away.

“Wait. I’m not one of your groupies wanting to join your club. If you’d only listen to me for a minute and see what it is that I’m here for, maybe you wouldn’t be so quick to turn me away.”

The man wearing the leather vest cut turned around and stared at her. He walked back to where she stood on the other side of the locked gate and crossed his thick, heavily tattooed arms. “All right, lady, what’s your business here today?”

“I’m here to see Marx.”

The man looked her up and down before speaking. “I have never seen a woman such as yourself who would want to be anywhere near a man like Marx.” His arms dropped to his hips as he leaned in and searched her eyes for answers. “You’re dressed like a damn librarian, for god’s sake. Women who dress like you avoid men like Marx, not come seeking him out. Are you sure we’re talking about the same guy, sweetheart?”

She nodded rapidly. “Please, I’ve come a long way just to see him. He isn’t expecting me. But when you tell him I’m here, he will want to see me. Just tell him that Zoey Allen is here.”

The guard reached into his pocket and punched in some numbers on his cell. After telling the person on the other line why she was there, the man opened the gate for her and let her inside the compound.

He nodded his head towards the house behind him. “Go up there to that first house and wait for him. He’ll meet you there.”

As she started to walk up the dirt path, she remembered something. “What about my car?”

“Leave it. No one will mess with it. I promise.”

Zoey brushed at her blouse, trying to smooth the wrinkles out one more time, and gave up. Her long skirt was getting dirty as her flat shoes kicked up dirt. She was so nervous. It had been a long time since she had seen Marx. She had searched for years with the little that she had on him. After finally catching a break on his whereabouts, she’d quickly packed a bag and drained the last of her bank account.

As she reached the clubhouse, she opened the double door and stepped inside. The stench of pot burned her nose, causing her to crinkle it in disgust. Zoey didn’t smoke, nor had she ever done any drugs in her life. The deeper she stepped into the room, the smell of stale beer and body odor made her flinch in disgust. 

She had only heard stories about what went on in biker clubs, but the things she was seeing with her very own eyes would be an image she would never forget. As she stepped further into the large common room, she noticed there were numerous tables in the center of the area. An L-shaped bar lined with barstools sat in the far corner. Numerous padded couches were placed along each of the walls. Zoey couldn’t believe her eyes. There were sexual acts going on left and right. It was as if she wasn’t even there. Women were on their knees between men’s legs, giving them blowjobs. There was one woman being bent over the back of the couch as a man was having sex with her from behind. No one looked up as she stood watching the lewd and vulgar acts going on before her. Some were snorting lines of cocaine and passing joints around to each other. She knew she was in way over her head by coming here. Maybe this was a bad idea after all.

“Ah... a new girl,” a man said from beside her. She hadn’t even seen him standing there until he spoke to her. His fingers slid up and down her arm. He pressed his bulging erection against her hip. “My dick is nice and hard, baby, and needs a good sucking. Why don’t we go over here and let me be the first to break that pretty little mouth of yours in?”

“Roc!” a man shouted from behind her. She jumped so high that she almost lost her footing. “Leave the lady alone. Don’t you have something you should be doing, prospect?”

Zoey watched as the man called Roc winked at her and then walked away to the next willing female in the room. She turned her attention back to the man who’d spoken from behind her. As she turned around she caught a glimpse of the man she had searched for so long.

“Zoey? Is it really you?”

She couldn’t take her eyes off him. After all these years she’d finally found him. He was taller than her five-foot-six and bulkier than she’d pictured him being. She could see numerous tattoos peeking out from under the sleeves of his shirt. They had the same dark blond hair color and green eyes.

Zoey leaped into his arms. “It’s been so long. I thought I’d lost you forever.”  

His grip tightened around her waist as he swung her around.

Zoey laughed as he placed her back on her feet. She couldn’t help but to reach up and touch his cheek, where a long scar went up to his hairline. “What happened to your handsome face, Brian?”

His face hardened. “No one calls me by that name anymore, Zoey. I go by Marx. I am now a member of one of the most cold and heartless biker clubs around. None of the men in this club are who they once were. As a member, we took an oath to dedicate our lives to The Sons of Sinners MC. We are known killers and gun traffickers. We have earned the respect from other MC clubs and those who know us. Our reputation precedes us as warriors, not to be fucked with. So please, if you want me to answer you while you’re here, don’t call me by my given name. That man no longer exists.”

She had so many questions for him. Now that she’d found him, there would be many other opportunities for questions. She heard loud moans and shouts around her. She had forgotten where she was and all the people who were having sex.

“Can we go somewhere and talk?”

“You’re in my club, girlie. Marx, aren’t you going to introduce us to your friend here?”

Zoey heard the deep timbre of a voice coming from behind her. She turned around and stood before the two most handsome men she had ever seen. They were both wearing jeans and black T-shirts with their leather cuts covering their thick, broad shoulders. Both men were taller than her by almost a foot. They were dark and dangerous looking, but her weeping vagina told her she wanted them. Zoey hadn’t known they made them this big and sexy. And, man, did these two make her weak in the knees.

“Zoey, this is the president of our club, Stone, and his vice president, Jace.” Marx hugged her to his side. “This is my little sister, Zoey.”

F
uck! Stone had never seen a more gorgeous woman in all his life. And by those big doe eyes that held his, he could see that Zoey would do anything he asked of her. Stone could always tell if a woman would be responsive to him by the look in her eyes. And this chick, she had submissive written all over her sweet and innocent face.

“I’m Jace.” Stone’s vice president reached his hand out and shook with Zoey.

The sounds of people fucking around them broke Stone’s concentration as he assessed her figure beneath the frumpy, ugly long dress she wore. He looked over her shoulder and saw a few of his men getting their rocks off in the main living area. Normally Stone would be right there, enjoying one of the club sluts going down on him, but the minute he laid eyes on Zoey, his dick didn’t want to be in anyone else.

Marx eyed her. “Zoey, while you’re here, you have to obey by the club rules. Whatever you do wrong reflects on me.”

“Zoey.” He nodded and then looked around. “I won’t apologize for what you are seeing. Whoever enters this compound knows what to expect. Nothing bad will happen to you as long as you follow my rules and keep your nose out of trouble.”

Stone had a few of his own personal rules he wanted Zoey to abide by. He could tell she was shocked, even a little intrigued by her surroundings. Dark and delicious ideas played in his head as he watched. He wanted to see her kneel at his feet, to know if that pretty little mouth of hers would be able to take all of his length to the back of her throat. Then he would spread her wide on his big bed and take her virgin ass. If he didn’t know any better, this sweet, ripe peach who stood before them was a virgin through and through. Stone looked over at Jace, and by the way Jace was staring at her, he was thinking crude things just as well.

Stone and Jace were a package deal. Since they had been teenagers on the streets, they did everything together. Including sharing their women. No woman ever turned down having sex with two alpha men. Yes, they used women for what they wanted. But the women they slept with knew what to expect from them. Stone liked sex, and any woman willing to spread their legs for him would be truly satisfied. Stone and Jace weren’t gentle men. They took what they wanted and held nothing back. The club sluts knew their place as resident sluts, and never said no to any of the members. They never had sex with a woman who wasn’t a willing participant. That wasn’t who they were. Yes, they were killers who ran guns for a living. They did what they did to survive. It had always been like that with him and Jace. They made a vow when they were forced to live on the streets as teenagers to always have each other’s backs. Friends to the end.