Stung by Stealth: A Satan's Savages MC Novel #3 (13 page)

“No worries, brother. I’m used to taking care of Lookout when he passes out. It’s kind of
our
thing. He passes out, and I take him to his bed to sleep it off.”

“Sounds like he’d be lost without you,” I state and Behemoth smiles.

“Well, truly, it’s a two-way friendship. He may be strange and uncouth, but for all his shortcomings, he really is a decent guy. Although, very easily put to sleep.”

I always love how Behemoth talks, he’s such a gentle soul. Besides the way he looks, his personality almost doesn’t fit in here. He doesn’t like to hurt people. He’s a good guy. I often wonder why he’s here.

“Well, I guess you better get him to bed, he went out pretty cold.”

Behemoth smiles. “He always does.” He nods and walks off down the hall, with Lookout draped over his shoulder and I chuckle to myself.

As I turn back around Skye is walking out from the kitchen with a tray of food. I smile at how truly incredible she is, inside and out. I’m not really all that hungry, but she did this for me, so I’ll eat the giant bloody burger and fries and I’ll enjoy every mouthful.

It’s been three days since we sealed the deal with the Renegades. We’ve been at a meet with another buyer, as we need two sources for distribution. We locked in with the Fratelli’s and everything ran smoothly. Except for the part where I ratted again, telling Hudson and Sentinel the location of the meet before it took place, only to have Mad Dog do another swap like he did with Bog Joe and the Renegades. When we were riding to the location, he changed direction and went to an entirely different place. Leaving my unit at an empty warehouse yet again with no drugs, no guns, and no Savages on bad intel.

My bad intel.

But the thing is, I’m glad because I was feeling so guilty about reporting it in, that when we changed direction I was silently praising the Lord, even though I don’t believe in that sort of thing. I’m still not ready for my brothers to go down, and now that we’re back at the clubhouse after a successful meeting with the Fratelli’s, I feel better knowing my position here at the club will be continuing for a little while longer.

“Prez, I have something for you,” Techie calls out as we all walk in from the ride back from the meet.

“What?”

“You’re not gonna like it!” Techie groans gaining my attention. I look up and listen in intently.

Mad Dog huffs and walks over to where we’re standing. “Just tell me.”

“I put cameras on the original meet place again, just to see, and—”

“And what… spit it the fuck out, Techie.”

He huffs, and I clench my jaw knowing what’s coming. “And
the heat were there again.”

Mad Dog shakes his head, flaring his nostrils, and balling his fists at his sides. “José is playing fucking mind games with us. It’s a fucking outrage! I don’t know how he’s finding out the locations, but I want you to do a full sweep of the clubhouse for bugs just in case.”

Techie nods. “I’m on it.”

Mad Dog groans and turns up his lip like he’s ready to explode and doesn’t know what to do. “Aimie!” he yells turning around and looking through the clubroom.

She takes a deep breath and slowly shuffles over to him. He reaches out grabbing her hair, she screams out in pain and I stiffen leaning forward, as he storms off dragging her toward the assembly room and slamming the door shut behind him. The thing about Aimie is that I know she hates fucking Mad Dog, but she’d do it consensually because she’s a true club girl and she feels like that’s her duty. She would willingly give herself to any one of my brothers, especially the Prez because that’s what a club girl is good for. It still fucking crap, the way he treats her. Breathing rapidly through my nose, I take in harsh breaths as my heart hammers wanting so badly to race in there to help, but knowing if I do I’ll be out on my arse and I can’t blow my cover.

Not now.

Not yet.

Wincing, I shake my head as Skye walks over placing her hand on my tense shoulder. I jolt slightly and look at her trying to keep my cool. She half-smiles and looks up at me through her lashes. “Are you okay?”

“Why is Aimie here?”

Skye exhales and slumps her body tilting her hip on the side. “Her mother and father were abusers, and she left home to find something
better
. She thinks the club can offer her a home and the support of a family. She just wants to feel the family type atmosphere and to be loved. Poor girl is misguided.”

Turning, I look at Skye and furrow my brows. “Why are
you
here?”

Her mouth turns up in one corner. “The same thing, I suppose… broken home. My brother left to start his family leaving me behind with my God damned awful parents. The promise of companionship, and the loyalties of a family that will never leave is a better option than the streets. The girls here are all broken in one way or another. We just need to find the right person to fix us.”

My chest tightens at the thought of all these girls coming here because they’re broken. I sigh and pull her to me kissing her hard. My lips tingle feeling her warmth against me, tasting her delicious cherry flavour. I pull back and gaze into her eyes. “Well, I hope I make you feel wanted.”

She smiles wrapping her arms around my neck. “All the time.”

I lean in kissing her and she smiles against my kiss as I rub my body against hers. “Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” she teases.

Chuckling, I grab her hand and place it right on my cock over my pants and she opens her eyes wide as she feels the freshly formed bulge. “No gorgeous, that’s not a gun, it’s a wizard’s wand, and he’s ready for you to have some hands-on practice.”

Her eyes open wide as she smirks. “Really?”

I nod and she bites her bottom lip as I grab her hand and lead her down the hall to my bedroom. I still don’t think I’m quite ready to fuck, but I’m ready to let her touch me now.

More than ready.

Ready and rearing to go.

Time to let the cock out of the bag!

We walk into my room and through the door. She turns around smiling at me as I close it behind me. She steps in, so her body is pressed against mine, and I lean in running my nose up her neck kissing her skin firmly. Her hands come up pulling down my cut, it drops heavily on the floor. I want to try something a little different this time. Pulling back slightly, I look into her sparkling eyes and smirk. She raises her eyebrow and chews on her bottom lip.

“Strip down gorgeous,” I demand.

She smiles and slides her dress down her body, it cascades effortlessly to the floor leaving her in her knickers and bra. Her body really is an athletic marvel, she’s super fit and toned with the slight shadowing of abs on her stomach. She works out hard and I love her for it. Her body is banging, to say the least. There is an age difference, though, I’m thirty-two and she’s twenty-six, but really what’s six years difference when you’re both consenting adults? She’s old enough to make her own choices, and right now by looking into her glistening, sparkling eyes, her choice is me. And thank fuck that it is because my choice right now is most definitely her.

Moving my hand to the back of my neck, I pull my shirt over the top of my head and throw it down on the pile of clothes. She looks up at my naked chest which I’m guessing is her favourite part of me and licks her lips. Stepping forward, she moves to my belt and starts to unbuckle it, wasting no time in letting my jeans fall to the floor. My cock is already springing to attention and throbbing, at just being near her. Sliding my hands into my trunks, I take a deep breath and edge them down my thick legs. Skye whimpers softly watching me strip for her. The electrical charge flittering through the room is magnetic, pulling me to her. Stepping up to her body, as her eyes wander up and down my hard length, I grab the edge of her knickers and tear at the side. She gasps and looks up at me with a slight smirk.

“Seriously caveman?”

Smirking, I lean in kissing her as my hand moves in between her legs forcing them wider. My hand cups her pussy and she opens wide, which helps her torn knickers fall to the floor as I massage her folds. She breathes deeper wrapping her arms around my neck, and I look up into her eyes still cupping her as she stands on her toes letting me fondle her.

“You, me, shower.
Now!
” I demand. She grins and nods letting her feet fall flat to the floor as I withdraw my hand from her pussy and drag her by the hand with me toward my attached bathroom. We make quick work of getting into the alcove, and I move her to the side to set the temperature. Her warm hands wrap around my waist. Spinning around, the water runs down my naked body making rivulets against my toned muscles. Facing her, I bring Skye against my body under the water. It’s not a cold day, far from it but, I don’t want her to feel cold out of the water. Her chin moves up forcing her eyes to look into mine, as I run my hand along her neck and move it further to caress her cheek. “You really are stunning, you know that?”

She smiles and slides her wet body against mine. “Only because you keep telling me.”

Shaking my head, I flare my nostrils. “You should believe in yourself Skye, you know how beautiful you are.”

She shrugs and leans into me further bringing her lips to the edge of mine, the smell of cherry wafting up my nose. “I only feel beautiful when you look at me.”

Smiling, I lean down kissing her strongly while backing her up against the wall. She moves with me, and soon her hands are fisting in my hair as the water flows down my back. My hand skims down her face, her side, then slides across her stomach toward her pussy. Her legs automatically open wider giving me access. Her hand runs down my chest, and my muscles tense slightly as she hasn’t really touched me yet, but she moves in closer and plants a kiss on my neck easing my tension.

“This is usually the man saying this, but we can stop at any time,” she whispers in my ear and I smile at her. Then lean in kissing her, as her hand continues to travel south to my already raging hard cock. Taking a deep breath through my nose as her fingers grasp around my girth, the instant she wraps her fingers around me a jolt shoots straight to my balls making my cock even harder. Having Skye finally touching me is like the delayed gratification I knew was coming, and is completely worth it.

I moan into her mouth as she starts to move her hand up and down on my shaft. It feels so fucking good that I’ve almost forgotten that I need to pleasure her too. My balls are pulling together, and I know this won’t last long, so I need to work Skye up quickly. My hand cups her pussy and my finger moves straight to her clit. I’m going in straight for the kill tonight. I need to get her cumming swiftly because I know I can’t hold on for long. A shudder runs down my back, as she pulls up and down on my cock in a delightful motion, causing me to groan slightly.

Pushing in on her clit, she jolts against my hand forcing herself into my palm.
She’s such a needy little thing.
Rubbing against her sensitive spot, her hips motion along with mine, as we move in time to get each other off. Pressing hard on her clit, she moans into my mouth as I kiss her passionately.

This is hot, not just because of the temperature of the shower, but this is the first time we’ve been completely naked and intimate with each other, and I’m enjoying every second, as she pulls on my cock in a slow and perfect rhythm. Her hips move in time with my finger as I work her up, and a tingle starts in my balls and works its way up my spine and down my legs. She’s making me feel so good, as our harsh, heavy breaths pant between languid kisses while we both strive for our climax.

Circling on her clit, she moans again, as her back arches against the wall, and I know she’s heading higher and higher toward her impending peak of euphoria. Her other hand drops from my hair and makes its way to my balls. She squeezes gently, rolling them in between her fingers while tugging on my shaft and I almost cum on the spot.

My balls squeeze tightly lifting up, and my spine goes rigid, as I try to calm my breathing from the instant arousal. Pressing harder on her clit, as harsh breaths echo through the steamed up bathroom, her body shakes as she moans out my name. Her body tenses as she tightens her grip on my cock, which only makes me shudder with pleasure. Pins and needles start in my lower back and run down my legs, letting me know my release is imminent, I hope we can reach it at the same time.

Pressing harder on her, she pulls faster on me. The rise and fall of her warm hands, mixed with the lubrication of the water, is a slickness that’s making this undeniably amazing. Her head falls back against the wall, and I lean in moving in closer to her pressing my lips to her neck forcefully, and running my teeth along her salty skin. She moans as she tries hard to regain control, but it’s hard for us both, we’re both right on the edge and it’s difficult to pleasure someone else when you’re feeling so good yourself. But I press down on her clit and circle as she cups my balls and tugs on my cock.

She gasps and her body trembles, as she clenches her eyes shut. My back goes stiff as the tension rises from my feet through my legs and into my balls. Groaning into her neck, I moan loudly as she calls out my name. My balls constrict, and then my cock twitches and explodes, pumping my hot cum all over her stomach as I swirl on her clit. She throws her head back, her body arching off the wall into mine, panting, as she shakes uncontrollably and then falls lifelessly into my arms. I only have just enough strength myself to catch her, before my legs turn to jelly and we sink to the floor of the shower. I pull her into my lap and stroke her hair as she lazily looks up at me and smirks.

“Finally, second base,” she murmurs still coming down from her high.

Chuckling, I shake my head. “We are taking this a little like teenagers aren’t we?” I ask and she smiles.

“I don’t mind. It’s refreshing to find a man who actually cares for once, and is not all about the
‘let me fuck your arse till you can’t walk’
type of thing.”

Shuddering at her words, I shake my head bringing her lips to mine and kiss her. “I would never treat you that way. You mean something to me, Skye. You deserve to be worshipped. Not fucked like an animal or some whore, because to me you’re not
some whore
.”

Her eyes fill with unshed tears, and she sniffs chewing on her bottom lip. “You know, you’re so different to them, but you fit in so well. It’s a little hard to work you out, Stealth.”

Smirking, I grab the body wash from the bottle on the ground and pour some in my hand and start washing my cum from her belly. “I’m an enigma, even I can’t crack the code sometimes.”

She leans back under the water letting my hands graze her stomach, washing the sticky substance away. “I’d love to unwrap the mystery that is Stealth Malone.”

Wincing slightly at the use of my fake name, I force a smile and nod. “I’d like that. But for now, let’s get clean and get into bed and cuddle?”

She smiles and leans in pressing her lips to mine softly. “I’d like that, too.”

We’re having the gun and eccy exchange with the Renegades, but after spending last night with Skye and all the shit that’s been hailing down on us lately, I’ve decided not to report this one to my unit. Mad Dog is angry enough about the two times they showed up, and if they actually showed up again, I fear it could send him over the edge. It’s going well so far, and as I keep a lookout for anything untoward, Ryder and Crash are placing the cargo into the Renegades’ cage. The back door is shut with the cargo inside and everything seems to be going down without a hitch.

Maybe we’re getting through this exchange okay?

Big Joe walks over to Mad Dog with a duffle bag that I assume contains the cash for the delivery, and as the money is about to exchange hands, a slow clap rebounds around us from the front of the warehouse.

We all immediately draw our guns, while turning to see José walking in with three of his lackeys. Mad Dog groans out loud in obvious annoyance, as the hairs on the back of my neck stand up and I aim my gun straight at José’s head.

He walks in and stands next to Mad Dog, and Big Joe is looking between the two. “What will it take for you to understand that you don’t trade in our territories, Mad Dog? What will it take for you to stop?” José asks as Big Joe looks around confused.

Mad Dog huffs and shakes his head. “We won’t stop. This is our turf, José… not yours. You’d do good to remember that.”

“Hey, I don’t want to be in the middle of a turf war,” Big Joe declares, throwing his hands in the air.

“Then buy your drugs and guns from us, not the Savages. It’s simple, Big Joe.”

“You made the deal with us, Big Joe, you can’t turn your back now,” Mad Dog chides.

Big Joe looks from one guy to the other. “Hey, you men sort this out yourselves. We don’t need this shit. Mad Dog, here’s your money for this shipment.” Big Joe hands Mad Dog the bag, and José steps in snatching the bag from his hands.

Mad Dog grunts and steps forward to take it from him, but Manuel steps in pointing a gun at Mad Dog’s head. We all aim our weapons higher and Big Joe shakes his head.

“I’m out of this,” he hisses and turns to walk away.

“I’ll be talking to you real soon, Big Joe,” José commands.

Big Joe throws his hands in the air, then he and his men start to walk out.

“You won’t get away with this, José. You keep ruining my deals, and we’re going to have a very
significant
problem.”

“You don’t seem to get it, Mad Dog, we already have a problem. You stop distributing, that
ends
the problem.”

“No way José,” Mad Dog mocks.

José shakes his head and curls up his lip in disgust. “Then suffer the consequences.” He tilts his head back toward Big Joe, and Manuel turns his gun shooting Big Joe in the back of his head. Blood spurts from his fractured skull as his body falls lifelessly to the ground with a thud.

My eyebrows cross as his men turn around aiming their guns at us, as the Ingratos storm in through the opening of the building.

Fuck!
Wracking my gun instantly, I know what happens now. José is quickly surrounded by his lackeys, as the Ingratos file in rapidly and start shooting at my brothers and the Renegades. We all spread out taking cover in any way we can.

Taking shelter behind a pile of crates along with Jigsaw, I throw myself behind the wood just as a bullet flies past, splintering the crate right next to my face. I duck in behind it further, as I breathe in harsh and ragged trying to calm myself down, as my heart wants to explode out of my chest. The echo of gunfire reverbs through the warehouse, as sounds of moaning and bullets hitting flesh is unmistakable.