SAVAGE ROAD - Layne & Shelby (14 page)

It made me shiver.

I thought about Daddy sleeping with
a rifle each night.

Was that because of the mafia?

Christ, I never really considered
how much trouble I could be in just by association.

I sat for what felt like hours, just
staring ahead at the broken tables and the junk scrap metal of old cars and
pieces of motorcycles.

“
You
should have a drink.
”

I looked to my right and Layne
stood there holding a bottle of beer in each hand. He was tall, wide, and sexy
in the roughest way possible.

“
Are
you going to shoot me now? Or let me get drunk first?
”

Layne sighed.
“
I
’
m
not going to fucking shoot you, sweetheart.
”

He approached me and then sat down
next to me. He handed me one of the bottles and I took a drink. It was cold. It
was good.

We were in silence for a few
minutes before Layne spoke.

“
I
haven
’
t even had a chance
to get unpacked, sweetheart. I
’
ve
been shot, kidnapped, beat up. I
’
ve
had to make the call on a kill to a patch in member. And now I find out the
woman I
’
m fucking is the
Sheriff
’
s daughter. What do
you want my reaction to be?
”

Of all he said, what stuck the most
was -
the woman I
’
m
fucking
.

“
Am
I the only woman you
’
re
fucking?
”
I asked, looking
at Layne.

He looked at me, in disbelief.

“
That
’
s what you
…”

“
Yeah.
I have a rule, Layne. I don
’
t
fuck bikers. But I fuck you
…”

I wanted to say something more to
that, but Layne moved in and kissed me.

Fuck, he was so scary
…
and so good
…

8.

(Layne)

Why the fuck am I kissing her?

I couldn
’
t stop thinking it, but I couldn
’
t stop kissing her. My hand
touched her cheek, breezing by the swollen skin thanks to her father
’
s hand. I touched the back of
her neck and pulled her closer, tighter, my tongue exploring her mouth harder
and faster. I fucking told myself who she was. Goddammit, her father was the
Sheriff of Oakville. That guy and the MC weren
’
t
seeing eye to eye on what justice and the law meant and stood for.

My hand started to tighten at her
hair. I pulled her away from my mouth, convincing myself that she broke the
kiss, even if it was complete bullshit.

I licked my lips and let out a
breath. I put my back against the wall and took a long swig of beer.

“
If
I hadn
’
t fucked you
already, I
’
d kill you,
”
I said.
“
Goddammit. You
’
re
fucking connected in all this shit. And now it puts me in the middle of it all.
I just got the fucking patch sewed on my cut. And now I
’
m sitting here with you, like we
’
re on the run and hiding.
”
I looked at Shelby.
“
And I know nothing about you. I
just fucked you. And you
’
re
still alive.
”

“
Then
give me a chance,
”
Shelby
said.

Her eyes were beautiful, shining
with a sense of honest fear that I had to respect. Christ, it made my heart
jump a little as I stared at her.

Her hand slowly moved and climbed
over my leg.

“
I
’
m not the enemy, Layne,
”
she said.
“
I swear on it. I
’
ll tell you anything I know. You
want my notebook that bad? Take it. It
’
s
more of a journal. Notes and stuff. I
’
m
kind of desperate out here. Locked behind the bar, because if I move, I
’
m fair game. This is the first
time I
’
ve been able to move
around. Because you
’
re
here. Your presence does that to them. Even Finn. I thought Finn would have
killed whoever showed up next. But you
’
re
like a storm, Layne.
”

I grinned.
“
Thanks. I
’
m
not trying to be a storm. Or anything. I
’
m
just me. I
’
m just right
here. Fuck, sweetheart, I have to fix all this. The Mountain Killers have no
business in and around Oakville. I need to know where the MC stands with your
old man. And the mafia? That can
’
t
happen. They
’
ll drop a bomb
and we all vanish into dust. Christ, we don
’
t
even come equipped to leave memories. We
’
re
here. Then we
’
re gone.
”

Never in my life wearing the Devil
Call MC cut did I ever feel so alone than in that moment, saying those words to
Shelby. Maybe it was my way of trying to push her away. Doing the right thing
and send her ass packing somewhere else. Or maybe I was just finally being
honest
…
and it felt okay to
do.

I leaned back in and then stopped
myself.

No way, man. No fucking way.

I wasn
’
t afraid to kiss her. I was afraid that if I did it
again I was going to grab her, bend her over a junker car, and start fucking
her again. Pussy was the one thing that could fuck with my mind. I learned that
the hard way a long time ago.

Truth of it was right then, I
needed Shelby alive. She knew shit that I needed to know. She was connected to
the local law enforcement and the mafia.

“
Don
’
t worry about the notebook,
”
I whispered.
“
As long as you
’
re honest with me.
”

“
Anything
you want to know.
”

I touched her face, gritting my
teeth. I hated any fucking piece of shit guy that hit a woman. No matter what.
The shit I had grown up with. Topped with watching Talon
’
s stepfather beat him and his mother, was deep in
me that didn
’
t take much to
trigger and set me off.

“
I
’
m sorry this happened,
”
I said.

“
I
don
’
t care. I
’
m used to it. I got mouthy.
”

“
Doesn
’
t matter. He doesn
’
t have the right to hit you.
”

“
Daddy
…”

“
Fuck,
sweetheart, please don
’
t
say it like that. It sounds weird.
”

“
Sorry.
My father always
…”

“
Never
again,
”
I said.
“
I swear on my life, never fucking
again. If he even thinks of it, I
’
ll
kill him.
”

Shelby grinned.
“
He
’
s
the sheriff here. He can do what he wants.
”

I put my forehead to Shelby
’
s.
“
So can I. Don
’
t
underestimate me. Don
’
t
fuck with me.
”

“
Okay.
”

I pulled away and jumped to my
feet. Christ, I felt like such an asshole. Just by touching Shelby I was already
half hard. My cock ached in my pants, getting fuller by the second. I had to
put my back to her.

I took a few breaths and promised
myself I was in the clear.

Then I felt Shelby grab my jeans.
Her fingers went into the back pockets of my jeans. Curling, tugging, trying to
pull me back. I was stronger than her and didn
’
t
move. But I glanced over my shoulder, down at her. She was on her knees just looking
up at me.

“
Easy,
”
I growled.

“
No,
”
she whispered.
“
Turn around, Layne.
”

“
I
turn around and I
’
m going
to fill your fucking mouth,
”
I warned.
“
Don
’
t fuck with me.
”

“
Don
’
t fuck with me either,
”
she said.
“
I
’
m
breaking my one rule
…”

“
Fuck
your rule,
”
I said.

I turned around.

Fuck, I turned around.

Her hand went right between my
legs, pressing hard against my dick. Her little hand squeezed. I reached down
and touched the top of her head.

Yeah, you want it? Go get it.

Shelby
’
s fingers tugged at my zipper, opening my jeans.
She bit her bottom lip as she reached into my jeans, finding my bare, hard
shaft, ready to go. She wrestled my dick free with her hand, quickly stroking
from the tip down to the root, pressing against my jeans, making sure I was
completely free.

I looked around all the destruction
and lost memories and knew there was something strangely poetic about the
entire scene. Hell, there was so much shit lingering around the clubhouse and
compound, yet here was Shelby on her knees, her mouth inching toward my shaft.

With the tip of her tongue, she
touched the bottom of my shaft and licked. All the way to the head of my cock her
lips hurried around, sucking hard. I hissed at that first sensation of her
rubbing against the sensitive tip of my dick. Halfway down my cock, she paused,
and groaned, the warm vibrations making me tempted to come already.

But I was going to hold off for
now.

I liked the view.

I liked the way it fucking felt.

I touched her shoulders and started
to move her. This wasn
’
t
about trying to seduce me or fuck with me. This was about me coming inside
Shelby
’
s mouth. Needing
that sense of release.

As I moved her, her mouth got a
little bit tighter. On purpose or not, I didn
’
t
care. I bent my knees and let out a needed groan, feeling the rush wanting to
happen. My right hand touched the back of her head and neck, pulling at her,
wanting her deeper on my cock. My other hand released its hold on her shoulder
and I made a fist.

I looked up for a second. A bright
and blue beautiful sky painted above me. A beautiful woman was on her knees,
sucking me off below me. Christ, it was almost serene. Maybe some version of
heaven, if I believed in all that shit.

When I looked down again, Shelby
’
s eyes were strained, looking at
me. Her soft perfect lips skimmed down my shaft, inch by inch, so damn slowly.
My eyes matched up the sight and the feel of it. She went all the way down to
her hand and then pulled back. I thought she was going to take her mouth off
and take a breather, but she didn
’
t.
Her mouth came right back down, almost catching me off guard.

My hand squeezed at the back of her
neck.

Shelby shut her eyes and moved
faster.

Yeah, it was time
…
fuck yeah
…

I let my hand slide from her neck
to her hair again. My fingers slipped through the softness of her hair and then
away from her body. So then I just stood there with my hands balled into tight
fists, knees slightly bent, watching as Shelby worked so beautifully hard as
she sucked on me.

I offered little thrusts, my shaft
thickening and throbbing, calling for the rest of my body to cooperate so I
could come. When the final rush ached from my balls through my shaft, I hissed
again and froze. Shelby just kept going, even after that first initial shot
from my body. Her mouth and lips stayed at my shaft, moving back and forth with
a wet sound, a glistening sight, and a wildly warm feeling.

She moved down and then paused. I
felt her swallow and it made me groan. Her hand then started to pump at the
root of my cock, making sure there was nothing to waste.

Trust me, there was absolutely
nothing to fucking waste.

When Shelby finally pulled away
from me, she put her hands to my legs and remained there.

I gritted my teeth and tried to
catch my breath.

She was fucking beautiful. Inside
and out. She should have been dead by now, but I was keeping her alive. It was
probably a big mistake, but at least it felt good.

I stared down at her and curled my
lip.
“
It
’
s not going to put itself away.
You wanted it, you got it. Now put it away.
”

I heard Shelby gasp and it made me
grin.

She could suck me off all she
wanted
…
but I
still had the fucking power. And right now, Shelby was all mine. As long as she
was useful.

9.

(Layne)

I opened the door to the clubhouse
and it was chaotic. Finn was in a heated argument with Brett. Ax had an arm
around Hawke, holding his throat so tight that Hawke
’
s eyes were bulging from his beat red face. Rylan
was winding up a pool stick like it was a skinny baseball bat. He swung,
snapping the stick across Ax
’
s
back. Ax didn
’
t flinch for
a second.

“
Who
fucking started it?
”
Finn
growled at Brett.

They were nose to nose.

“
Fuck
you, bro. I paid all my shit. All the time. I would never do that to the club.
”

“
How
the fuck do I know that?
”
Finn asked.
“
Tell me, man.
Let
’
s go clean out your
room.
”

“
Nobody
is fucking doing anything,
”
I bellowed.

Finn looked at me. His lip curled
like a hungry animal ready for a feast.

I pointed to Ax.
“
Let Hawke go.
”

Ax opened his grip and Hawke fell
to his knees. He gasped and coughed.

Rylan dropped the broken pool
stick.

The clubhouse was almost silent
now.

Behind me, Shelby was lingering.
She started to take a few steps and I reached back for her.

“
I
’
m going to get to work,
”
she whispered.
“
They need booze. They
’
ll get drunk and start hugging
each other.
”

“
Not
tonight,
”
I said.
“
You
’
re with me tonight. The prospects can bartend.
”

“
Layne,
I need the money
…”

I turned and looked at Shelby. I
dug in my pocket and took out a couple hundred dollars. I grabbed her hand and
gave her the money.

“
Does
this work?
”
I asked.

“
I
can
’
t
…”

“
You
’
re not working behind the
fucking bar tonight.
”

Satisfied with Shelby - at least
for the moment - I set my sights back on the clubhouse. All the guys were
staring at me, the patched in members, the table members, and more. I backed up
to the bar and climbed up on it. I stood there, towering over Devil Call MC. I
took off my leather cut and held it out. Letting them all see the patch and
logo.

“
This
is why we
’
re here,
”
I said.
“
For this logo. Because of what it means. We all
have our own story. Our demons. Our fears. Our hate. Fighting each other proves
nothing. You kill each other and all those pieces of shit out there win.
Without even lifting a fucking finger.
”

“
You
were shot,
”
Ransom said.
“
Then kidnapped.
”

“
And
I
’
m still standing right
here.
”

“
The
mafia,
”
Ax said.
“
That
’
s heavy.
”

“
Of
course it is,
”
I said.
“
It
’
s
all heavy. Mountain Killers cruising around. The local PD always on the
lookout. Oakville trying to develop property. The suits that took me
…
they were just looking to make
their presence felt. Truth of it, we need to tread carefully.
”
I crouched down. I looked
around the clubhouse. I should have been having this talk in the meeting room.
I wasn
’
t in the mood.
“
I promise you, we will get ours.
Right now, they all think we
’
re
weak. We are far from it. Fucking far from it. So tonight, we keep our guard.
Prospects are out there watching the gates. I
’
ll
send more out to ride the streets. The rest of you stay here. Do your thing.
Then we
’
ll plan, attack,
and we
’
ll fucking win.
”

The clubhouse erupted in cheers.

Ax clapped and his hands were like
thunder.

I climbed off the bar and put my
leather cut back on. I pointed to Mack and gave a nod. He looked at me, his
eyes still hurt. If the kid was going to make it and actually wear the full
cut, he
’
d have to get over
Mack
’
s death. We were a
brotherhood, but we had to accept death. We were closer to death than each
other.

I walked to Finn.
“
Keep everyone here. If shit hits
the fan, let me know.
”

“
What
are you doing?
”

“
I
need to talk to Shelby. Alone.
”

“
You
’
re fucking her.
”

“
Maybe
I am. But she knows shit. Her old man
…”

“
Yeah.
Bob. I know him.
”

“
You
knew he was the sheriff? You didn
’
t
fucking tell me.
”

“
He
’
s not going to bother us.
”

“
You
think that?
”
I asked.
“
You really like walking around
half blind, don
’
t you?
”

“
I
got Alan, didn
’
t I?
”
Finn asked.
“
I knew about Bain, didn
’
t I?
”

“
Fair
enough, Finn. Just keep an eye on things.
”

“
Does
that make me in charge? Like a VP?
”

I smiled.
“
You don
’
t
want to be a VP. I can sense it. That would be an insult to you.
”

Finn nodded.
“
Goddamn, that may be the
smartest thing you
’
ve said
since you got here.
”

I left our conversation end there.

I turned and walked to Shelby. I
grabbed her by the hand and left the clubhouse.

A few of the guys were ballsy
enough to whistle as we left.

It didn
’
t bother me. I had the balls to actually go after
Shelby
’
s body and get it.

Outside, it was getting dark and
the air was comfortable. It had been a long fucking day. Way too long of a
fucking day. If I thought about it too much, it would easily weigh me down.

So I kept walking forward.

At my motorcycle, I gave Shelby my
helmet.
“
You wear it.
”

“
Where
are we going?
”
she asked.
“
Shit. Are you going to hurt me?
”

I inched closer to her pretty face.
“
If I actually wanted you
dead, you
’
d be dead. We
’
re going to that shit bar right
in town. Pep
’
s place.
”

“
He
doesn
’
t like company,
”
Shelby said.

“
He
and I had a talk already. Put the helmet on and shut up.
”

Shelby took the helmet and put it
on.

A few minutes later we were out of
the compound and riding the free, open road. Having her hands around my body
actually felt good. They felt comforting. Even if her old man was the Sheriff
of Oakville. Christ, what a big disaster. So many fires to manage at once with
each one threatening to bleed into the other. Either I
’
d get it all under control or the entire thing
would blow up. Maybe even in a literal sense if the mafia kept poking their
noses around in our business.

We arrived at the dive bar and I
parked around back. I saw a tall figure standing there, the cherry tip of a
cigarette glowing. I killed the engine on the ride and climbed off. I took
Shelby by the hand and approached the figure, who turned out to be Pep.

“
Da
fuck you want here?
”
he
asked.

“
A
beer and a bite,
”
I said.
“
Anything here good? Or it all
shit?
”

Pep threw his cigarette on the
ground. Embers ran all around. He blew his smoke in my direction.
“
Listen good. It
’
s good food here. Long family
pride. Motherfucker.
”

I shook my head.
“
Pep, don
’
t make me take your gun again.
”

“
Ya
got dat patch, I see.
”

“
Of
course. Now I
’
m here for a
drink and something to eat.
”

“
Yeah,
”
Pep said.
“
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Okay.
”
He put a hand to my shoulder.
“
You President now
…
no more payin
’
. Tha
’
s my rule here. All I ask is for protection.
”

“
Who
are you worried about?
”
I
asked.
“
You carry a big
gun, Pep.
”

“
Lot
’
s a
’
people,
”
Pep said.
“
We talk
sometime. I see it all. Motherfucker.
”

Pep turned and walked through the
kitchen, waving me and Shelby on.

We went through to the main part.
There were four people in the place. Bikers in black leather, just staring at
me. All of them quickly stood and nodded when they saw the President
’
s patch.

“
Where
are you sitting, sir?
”
one
asked.

I ignored him and went to a corner
table.

We ordered beer and burgers,
something simple.

Christ, I wasn
’
t here for fun. It wasn
’
t a fucking date.

It was about picking Shelby
’
s brain. Getting her to use her
mouth for something else useful other than just sucking me off.

“
What
do you know?
”
I asked,
going right for the throat.

“
About?
”

“
Everything,
sweetheart.
”

Shelby got real nervous real fast.
“
Not what you think.
”

“
Try
me.
”

“
My
father is scared to death of something. He sleeps with a rifle.
”

“
Is
it club related?
”
I asked.

“
I
doubt it. He
’
s never said
anything about Devil Call.
”

“
What
about the Mountain Killers?
”

“
Nothing
out of the ordinary. I don
’
t
really know him too well. We don
’
t
sit and have family dinners, Layne.
”

“
He
just smacks you around when convenient?
”

Shelby turned her head.
“
I only wanted a normal life and
family.
”

I laughed.
“
And you
’
re
tied to your father who hits you, tied to the mafia and you don
’
t know how, and you
’
re working for a motorcycle
club. You
’
ve done wonders.
”

Shelby looked at me.
“
Fuck you, Layne. I fucking hate
your guts.
”

Her eyes filled with tears. Her
bottom lip quivered.

I didn
’
t say a word.

A tear fell from her eye and she
quickly jumped up from the table. She charged across the bar, by herself, to
the bathroom. It could have been dangerous for her to do that. All alone. In a
bar like this one. With the bikers looking for a fuck.

But my leather cut and President
’
s patch kept everyone minding
their own business.

I made a fist and hit the table.
Both mugs of beers shook, spilling some out of each one.

“
Ah,
shit,
”
I said.

I shouldn
’
t have been such a dick, I guess. But I wasn
’
t here to talk about dreams.
About what could have been in life. What the fuck did I care?

As I stood up, I realized I cared
enough to go check on her.

Yeah, this was just fucking
perfect. A target on my back, a target on my club, and my heart focused on
Shelby.

Real fucking perfect.