SAVAGE ROAD - Layne & Shelby (8 page)

12.

(Layne)

She was fumbling with the goddamn
needle. All I could see was her stabbing herself and then getting fucking blood
on my patch. I threw the cut, the patch, the supplies to a prospect waiting
outside the closet.

I found Shelby right where I
wanted.

We were going to be riding soon,
and I
’
d hate to leave with
anything lingering on me. That meant Shelby and her sweet pussy.

So I needed it again.

Right fucking now.

My fingers trailed down her cheek
to her chin. My thumb then flirted with her lips. I was half ready, my cock
throbbing for her. I could have commanded her to do anything, but I wanted to
see what Shelby could do on her own. See if she was worthy of my time and
effort. There were plenty of others waiting for me. And, shit, with the patch
on my cut, I had the official power to command anyone, anytime.

Shelby touched my legs. Her small
hands were nothing compared to me. They never would be either, which had its
own sexy appeal. I
’
d be her
protector, if I wanted to protect her. Yeah, she could survive in this
clubhouse
…
but for how
long? Even time could only do so much before fate stepped in and fucked
everything up.

As she cupped between my legs, I
reached down beyond her face and cupped her breast over her shirt. Her tits
were so perfect and firm for her body. I couldn
’
t
take it anymore, not seeing them. I grabbed at the sides of her shirt and leaned
forward a little. I tore at her shirt, giving her a split second chance to
react before I ripped the fucking thing off her.

Listening well, Shelby lifted her
arms and the shirt peacefully came off her body. Her white lacey bra looked so
good against her creamy skin. My fingertips flirted with the straps of her bra,
sliding them down her shoulder.

Her hands were quick back to work,
pulling open my belt buckle, wrestling to get my jeans open.

“
Be
careful,
”
I said.
“
You better know what you
’
re fucking doing.
”

“
I
do,
”
Shelby whispered.
“
Trust me.
”

I quickly went for her mouth. I
held her jaw with one hand.
“
Get
one thing straight, sweetheart. I don
’
t
trust you. I don
’
t trust
anyone. You have to earn my trust. It
’
s
not easy.
”

I released my hold and Shelby
leaned back against the wall. She stuck her chest out, those perfect sized tits
pressing against her bra. I made fists and just stood there, still giving her a
little bit of time before I lost control.

Shelby had my jeans open. She
pulled them down, letting me pop free. Long, thick, hard, ready for her body.
Her hand cupped under and tried to hold me tight. Her fingertips couldn
’
t even touch. She gently pulled,
her lips quivering, and I knew what she was thinking.

She wanted to know how she was
going to fit me in her mouth.

Only one way to find out.

I pressed forward again, my hands
to the wall. Shelby stroked me root to tip, then back down. She looked up at me
as I inched closer to her sweet mouth. Our eyes were locked when she opened her
mouth, ready to take me. Her tongue came forward and she slowly swirled it around
the head of my cock. I throbbed and groaned, fighting the wild urge to just
thrust deep into her mouth and see her reaction. This was a little more fun for
me. The bullshit of seduction
…
it didn
’
t matter. Not when
I was in control.

Her tongue flicked at me, up and
down, trying to overpower the stiffness of my dick. Her lips then finally came
forward, inching over me. Her gaze went forward, leaving me to stare at the top
of her head. The warmth of her mouth was so damn inviting. I let out a little
hiss as her lips, and then teeth, grazed the tip of my cock. She quickly pulled
back, leaving me to throb and thrust at her. She put both hands to the root of
my dick, his fingers spread, pushing at me. She wanted me right there; she
wanted to tease me at the tip of my erection.

I let her go, feeling the wildness
of her lips, teeth, and tongue. I had to hand it to her though, she knew just
what to do. She pulled herself off me and looked up at me. Her lips were red
and pouty, her right hand stroking furiously up and down on my shaft. I slipped
a hand to the back of her head and pulled.

“
All
of it,
”
I demanded.
“
Right fucking now.
”

I don
’
t
know what the hell had gotten into me after arriving in Oakville. Maybe it was
the shit state of the clubhouse. Maybe it was getting shot at. Maybe it was
having to kill a patched in table member. Maybe it was lingering pain from
Brocke. Whatever it was, I was in a foul mood, and Shelby was going to pay for
it.

Not that she seemed to mind.

Her mouth went back over my cock,
taking me in more than before. Halfway down my shaft, she let out a groan. My
body tensed and I gently thrust, demanding more from her. As I pressed deeper,
Shelby
’
s hands squeezed at
my legs. I felt her trying to push at me, but she wasn
’
t going to win that battle. Her groan was then muffled;
there was no more room in her mouth.

I started to pull back, staring
down, watching the beautiful sight. I took my cock completely out of her mouth.
One of her hands was quick to grab me, hold me, stroke me hard and fast as she
caught her breath.

I thought about doing it again to
her. Fuck, I thought about doing it a hundred more times to her. But I had
other things in mind. And quite honestly, time wasn
’
t a fucking friend of mine. There were wars to
fight and fires to be put out all around me. Right now, the most important fire
seemed to be the one between me and Shelby.

I reached down her back and twisted
the clasp of her bra. She let it fall from her body and I was able to finally
see her breasts. My hand slipped down her chest again and cupped one of her
breasts. They were perfect for my hands, fitting just right. I gently squeezed
and pressed, feeling her nipple getting hard to my touch.

“
Stand
up,
”
I said.
“
Right now.
”

Shelby stood, hands at her sides,
her beautiful tits there for the taking. I came forward and pressed my cock
between our bodies. The bottom of my shaft was against her belly, the top
against my own stomach. My hands cupped her ass and I started to thrust,
watching the desperate look on her face.

“
You
like that,
”
I said.
“
It
’
s
making you fucking wet, isn
’
t
it?
”

“
Yes,
”
Shelby said.
“
It is.
”

“
Have
you ever fucked one of the guys out there?
”

“
No.
”

“
Don
’
t fucking lie to me.
”

“
I
swear on it,
”
Shelby said,
breathless.

“
Good.
You ever let one of them fucking touch you and I
’
ll
never protect you again. Got that?
”

“
Yes.
”

“
You
’
ve seen this life, sweetheart.
There
’
s nothing promised.
So I don
’
t promise shit
either. You don
’
t fall for
me. For this shit. For anything. You do what I say, when I say. And right now I
want you to take your fucking jeans and panties off. I can
’
t stop thinking about your
pussy.
”

Shelby listened to me. I backed
away a little and she wiggled herself out of her jeans and panties. When she
bent over, her breasts hung there, so supple and delicious. As she stood back
up, I grabbed her by the hips and lifted her. She let out a cry and her back
fell to the wall. Her arms went around my neck, her legs around my waist. My
cock rested right against her sweet, slick center. I reached around Shelby
’
s ass and down, pressing the
bottom of my shaft until I slipped into her body. I pulled her ass down and
made sure everything I had to offer was inside Shelby.

Her nails dug at my neck and she put
her head back, groaning.

I started to fuck her, holding her
against the wall. I quickly worked into a fast rhythm, knowing how much time I
didn
’
t have for this kind
of shit right now. But it felt good. And I fucking needed it.

Each thrust forward made Shelby
’
s ass hit the wall. My shins
crashed against the fucking bench against the wall. Her lower half was bent
perfectly, giving me all the access I needed to her. My hands slid up to her
sides. We were in a game of balance and it was working. Shelby moved her hands
from my neck to my arms, hanging on tight.

“
Oh,
fuck,
”
she groaned.
“
It
’
s
so fucking
…
God
…”

I heard the squeak of the door and
then pulled Shelby tight against me, hugging her, my cock still in her. I
turned a little to find a prospect standing there, holding my leather cut.

“
Uh,
sir
…”

“
I
’
m fucking busy,
”
I yelled.

The prospect seemed to finally get
the idea of what was happening. He dropped the leather cut and shut the door.

“
Fucking
hell,
”
I said.

I then looked at Shelby. My arms
were tight around her body, holding her against me. Our noses touched for a few
seconds. Our lips were less than an inch apart. My cock still inside her. I
felt her throbbing. I felt her heart racing.

What I needed to do was drop her
right then. Put her on her feet and turn her around. Bend her over and do
exactly what I did before. It was easier to keep things casual from behind. But
staring at Shelby
…
fuck
…

I gritted my teeth and shut my eyes
for a second.

When I opened them, I fully
intended on dropping her.

Instead, I simply leaned forward,
putting her back against the wall again. My body was too tight against hers.
And I started to fuck her. I fucked her hard, fast,
good.
It felt too
good. Her cries were sometimes subtle, sometimes loud. Our noses kept touching,
our lips kept flirting, and a few times, she cried into my mouth as I couldn
’
t help myself but kiss her. Just
to feel some kind of passion again was a nice break from the hellish reality
waiting outside the fucking supplies closet of the Devil Call MC clubhouse.

This wasn
’
t romance, by any means. This was about fucking.
This was me deep inside Shelby, appreciating her body, and taking advantage of
her needs and wants, making her come again and again.

I held off as long as I could. I
bent my knees a little more, wanting to hold back for goddamn hours, but we
didn
’
t have hours. The life
of freedom had nothing to do with time. Freedom was about living right now.

So I did.

I thrust deep into Shelby and then
put my mouth to hers. I started to come as I kissed her. Our tongues touched
and her body went limp. I felt one of her legs release its hold on me. I kissed
her hard as my cock came fast. Over and over. Thrusting and spilling, sliding
her up against the wall harder with each pulse of release.

Even after I was done, I stayed
there, slowing by the second until I had nothing left to do. So I pulled out
and away from her body. My hands were at her hips, making sure she put her feet
down and had her balance.

I slid my hands up and over her
breasts. Shelby shut her eyes and put her head back, sighing in relief.

I kept my hands going and stopped
at her face next. Maybe that was a moment to say something. Offer a little
reminder of what I had said before I fucked her. Maybe a chance to say
something else.

I didn
’
t say a word. I pulled her forward and kissed her
forehead. I then backed away for good, reaching for my jeans and pulling them
up. I crossed my arms and stood there, not giving Shelby much room to move,
watching as she dressed herself.

Goddamn, she was something
beautiful to watch. The way she turned to the side and put her bra on. How she
didn
’
t look at me when she
did it, yet I saw a little smile creep on her face.

Once she dressed, Shelby looked
down and pointed.

There was my leather cut.

To my surprise, she reached down
and grabbed it. She looked at it, pointing to the President
’
s patch.

“
I
take it this is yours,
”
she
said.

“
Yeah.
That
’
s all mine.
”

Shelby then held the leather cut
open for me. So I let her put it on me. I probably shouldn
’
t have, but I did.

Once I had my leather cut on, I
opened the door and Shelby was quick to leave. I threw my hand out and grabbed
her by the wrist. I pulled at her and she spun around.

“
Remember
what I said,
”
I said.