The Devil in Her Soul (Heartless Devils Motorcycle Club Book 3) (4 page)

“Do you have a daughter?” Asher asked. Thomas appeared to be too young to have children old enough to worry about that.

“No, not yet. But if I do.”

“Don’t say that too quickly,” Asher said with a grin. “Jenny is the one that was really kicking ass when we went in. She basically told her old man they were done if he didn’t back off.” Thomas and Will looked at each other a moment. “I know what you’re thinking,” Asher continued, becoming more serious. “John was just twisted up, is still twisted up, after the death of his wife. But he’s coming around. Don’t do anything stupid, okay? We all have it pretty good. Let’s not fuck that up by getting greedy. Make no mistake, the Devils are hurting right now because our President is hurting, but we are ready to defend what’s ours.”

“We got it,” Thomas said. “But we need John’s head in the game.”

“We’ve got it covered,” Asher assured the two men.

Asher, Thomas and Will spent several hours refining their plan. Will was still working his contact in the Demonios de Sangre, gathering a few bits of information at a time to build the complete picture. He complained bitterly about his task even as Asher and Thomas laughed at his exploits. It seemed the Demonios chick he was fucking was not only kinky, but an exhibitionist, as well, and liked fucking in locations where they might get caught. She would only give up information while they were banging their brains out, and only then if he were indulging her in one of her kinks.

“Seriously? You broke into an abandoned motel and did it in one of the rooms? Why didn’t you just rent a room?” Asher asked after he stopped laughing.

“Because then we wouldn’t have been fucking on the floor in a rat infested shithole and she wouldn’t have had to worry about the cops showing up. Once this is over, I’m dumping this crazy bitch. Now that she’s had it beside a road, in a public bathroom, and in a crime scene, she wants to have a ‘fuck fight’ in the swamp.”

“What the hell’s a ‘fuck fight’?” Thomas asked, his face twisting as he began to shake his head.

“She wants to ride way the hell out somewhere, get naked, and fuck. Best two out of three. First one to come loses, then we go again and the last one to come loses. Then, if it’s tied up, we fuck
again
until one of us gives up or can’t go anymore. I don’t want to do this! The fucking gators and mosquitoes will eat us alive.”

Asher chuckled again. “Thomas and I appreciate you taking one, or several from the sound of it, for the team, but we need this information. You’re sure the Demonios are in bed with Hamasaki?”

“As sure as I can be, but for all I know, she’s is feeding me this shit just to keep me coming back for more. Let me tell you, it’s hard as hell to remember what questions to ask and what her answers are when she’s riding you like a damn bronco, all the while trying to hold out long enough for her to actually start answering the damn questions.”

“Yeah,” Thomas said in mock sympathy. “It’s a hard job but someone has to do it.”

Asher elbowed Thomas. “I heard what you did there,” he said before they both burst into laughter again, Will’s expression making the situation funnier still.

Asher quietly shut the door to Jenny’s apartment, grinning again at the thought of Will and the Demonios woman rolling around in muddy water as they fucked themselves stupid. How he planned to get that far out in the swamps on a motorcycle was anyone’s guess, but Will seemed to be up to the challenge.

The apartment was dark, save for a glimmer of light from their bedroom. He quietly undressed in the main room and then moved silently into their room. It was nearly midnight, Jenny was probably asleep, and he didn’t want to wake her.

The light was coming from the bathroom with the door nearly closed. He slipped his hand through the crack in the door and flipped the light off before opening the door.

“I’ve been waiting on you,” a soft voice purred.

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” he replied softly.

“You didn’t. I couldn’t sleep.” He settled into the bed and Jenny immediately rolled into his arms, warm, soft, and not covered by any type of sleepwear. “How’d it go?”

“Okay. Will and Thomas talked to John and Will filled us in on a few more details. Hamasaki is definitely working through the Demonios.”

“Is that bad?”

“It’s not good. You’ve heard me say those fuckers are crazy. It’s impossible to predict what they will do. All the other clubs would have been smart enough to not make a hit on Melissa, but not them.”

“So what does that mean?”

“It means that we are probably going to have to deal with them and Hamasaki at the same time. Taking Hamasaki out alone may not be enough. Someone else may step in and pick up his pieces. Taking out the Demonios alone…same thing. Hamasaki would just find another stooge and the meddling will continue. We, the three clubs, will probably have to do a scorched earth on this to end it.”

“When?”

“I don’t know. Soon. There are a lot of details to work out.” When Jenny didn’t answer, Asher changed the subject. “How did the studying go?”

“Okay. But now my brain is mush.”

“You should get some sleep. Tomorrow is going to be another busy day.”

“That’s why I have been waiting on you. I can’t switch off. I need something to take my mind off school.”

He smiled at the invitation in her tone. “What did you have in mind?”

“I’m sure you’ll think of something.”

“Shall I tell you a bedtime story?”

“That will be nice. Something with a happy ending,” she said as her hand drifted down his torso, caressing his cock gently as she began to kiss his chest.

Asher breathed deep as Jenny’s lips danced. Let Will have the wild woman who wanted to fuck in all the strange places. He had all the woman he could ever want right here. She moved beside him and then her lips were on his, soft, gentle, warm and erotic.

“Mmmm…” he rumbled as she pulled back.

“You like that?”

“Very much.”

“Want some more?” she breathed, her breath tickling his lips.

“Much more.”

Her kiss was much firmer and more demanding this time, and he welcomed it. He rolled into her, pushing her up on her side then clasped her firmly to him before rolling onto his back again, drawing her onto his chest, her legs going to either side of his hips.

“I love you,” he whispered as she pulled back from the kiss. The room was dark, but enough light from the city entered the room to allow him to see her smile.

“I love you, too.” They stared into each other’s eyes a moment, daring the other to be the first to break the gaze. Finally she felt Asher’s hand on the back of her head, gently tugging her lips to his.

The kiss, more vibrant than the two before, caused her to moan softly into his mouth, their tongues engaged in a slow and erotic dance. She pulled back against his restraining hand and then lowered her lips once more and began to kiss his neck.

Asher tipped his head back, enjoying the feel of Jenny’s lips against his skin. Their lovemaking was all over the place, sometime hard, fast and athletic, their bodies covered in sweat as they pulled and tugged at each other. Other times, like tonight, they took their time, their movements slow and gentle as they enjoyed the joining of body and soul.

“I want you,” she whispered, her lips never still as they moved over his neck. He began to turn, to roll her onto her back. “No,” she whispered, pushing back against the turn. “Let me.”

She rose up, first to her knees, then higher, rising and moving slightly lower as she took his cock in her hand and lined herself up. With a soft sigh she settled all the way down and immediately began to rock her hips, the first time she had taken him so completely and without pause to adjust, and she smiled. They were becoming comfortable with each other and she enjoyed being on top. Asher was big enough to fill her completely and the position prevented him from going too deep.

She watched as he closed his eyes, his breath escaping in a soft rush of pleasure as his head tipped back. She began to rock her hips harder, building her pleasure, her orgasm already on the march to overtake her. She had been in bed almost a half-hour when he returned, and she had spent the time softly stroking herself, teasing her breasts, touching her pussy, working herself up and keeping her fires roaring until he arrived. His hands found her breasts and began to knead and pinch, his touch just right, sending her to the edge of pain, but never crossing, each tweak and pull a flair of ecstasy.

Listening to Will talk about his exploits to gather information must have set him on edge because his orgasm was already bearing down on him. He began to play with her breasts, teasing them in the way she liked as she rode him, trying to focus on her pleasure to hold back his own.

She couldn’t take this slow, easy pace any longer. She tipped forward, tucking into his chest as she began to thrust hard and faster, her approaching orgasm flogging her. She wanted this moment to last, but her body’s demands for release were driving her forward.

“I’m going to come, baby. I’m going to come,” Asher whispered as Jenny thrust her hips hard and fast.

“Come with me,” she panted, her eyes closing as she began to be overwhelmed with pleasure. “Please come with me.”

He could feel his orgasm pressing in on him like a great weight, a weight he pushed back against with all his might. He could delay it for a moment, but not for long. “Please come, please come. I can’t hold it,” he gasped, his face twisting in effort and erotic pain.

“I’m coming,” she gasped, her hips making a soft slapping noise as she pushed herself to the limit, her need ripping away her control. She began to keen softly as she began to burn, her pleasure rising higher and higher until with a gasp, her orgasm took her.

The moment Jenny gasped and began to grind her hips into his he released his hold, the squirming press of her hips enough to send him tumbling into the rushing torrent of his orgasm with a grunting gasp.

Asher’s gasp and sudden constriction of his arms, holding her tight, sent her own orgasm even higher. They had come at the same moment for the first time, the knowledge they had raptured at the same moment exciting her even more. With a growling chuckle she took his lips, kissing him thoroughly as her orgasm began to wash out of her.

Neither moved for many long moments as they enjoyed the kiss and the feeling of closeness. He had come harder before, but there was something special about knowing they had peaked at the same time.

“I love you, Jennifer Carter,” he whispered as she pulled back from the kiss and laid her head on his shoulder.

“I love you, Asher Lowe,” she replied before heaving a great contented sigh. She had thought she was so horny they would go much longer tonight, but she wanted to stop now and enjoy the emotional high she was feeling from their simultaneous orgasms. That had never happened to her before and she wanted to luxuriate in it this first time.

She closed her eyes, enjoying the soft caresses of Asher’s fingers on her back until, without thought or warning, she slid into a deep and peaceful sleep, Asher’s cock still deep inside of her.

Chapter 4

“I have to get out of here!” Jenny cried Saturday afternoon, slamming her laptop closed. It had been two weeks since she had returned to school and the constant pressure of makeup work had finally caused her to snap.

“Where do you want to go?” Asher asked from the couch. He had done what he could to support her, but there was little he could do other than stay out of her way and try to keep her spirits up.

“I don’t know! But if I have to read one more
amicus curiae,
I’m going to kill myself!”

“I thought you were nearly caught up on your school work.”

“I am! I should be finished this weekend. But I can’t face it anymore, not now! Let’s go for a ride!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! If my head explodes you’ll be the one that has to clean up the mess, so this ride is in your own best interest.”

He snickered. “Okay. Blood and brains are so hard to get out of upholstery.” He was just standing up when his phone rang. “It’s your dad,” he said as he glanced at the display.

“Don’t answer!” she begged, but it was too late.

“Asher. Okay. Yeah, okay, I’ll be right there.”

“No…” she moaned.

“I’ll only be a little while. Hamasaki is stirring up trouble again.”

“Can’t it wait? I need to get out of here, Asher!”

“No. We have to meet in chapel.”

“Damnit! Why does he always call at just the wrong moment?” she spat.

“Come with me. It won’t take long then we can go for the ride afterwards.”

“How long?”

“Probably not more than an hour.”

Jenny thought about it a moment. “Okay. But you owe me that hour back while on the ride.”

“You got it,” he replied as he stepped around her, heading for the door.

Even the short ride to the Heartless Devils clubhouse had improved her mood, but she was still jittery and wanted to get out on the road. As she dismounted, she could no longer imagine her life without her hog. She used to spend her weekends at parties involved in gossip, but now the open road called to her. She gave her head a quick shake and ran her fingers through her hair and she couldn’t remember why she ever thought that was fun.

“What’s this all about?” she asked as they stepped to the door.

“Hamasaki. We’re about to make our move and we are still trying to hammer out the last of the details with the other clubs. We need a vote on if, and how, we’re going to dispatch Hamasaki.”

As they entered, Jenny peeled off from Asher and wandered behind the bar for a soda. Asher would drink a beer or two then ride, but she wasn’t that confident on her bike yet, and didn’t want to take any chances.

“Asher,” John said coolly as he stepped into the room.

A quick glance around told him he was the last to arrive. “Got here quick as I could.”

John said nothing and as soon as Asher took his seat, he began to speak. “I have spoken with the leaders of the Trifectas and the Buccaneers. Our best information shows that Demonios de Sangre are involved with Hamasaki. You know Asher tracked the murder of Melissa to them. That debt has been paid.”

The Deacons began to beat on the table with their hands, a loud chorus of
yeahs
rising from the men to indicate their approval.

“Now I believe they are also responsible for not only knocking our girls around, but also for the fire at
The Strip
last month.” John continued. “I just got the fire marshal's report and it was definitely arson.”

“Those fuckers have to go. Are you sure it was them?” Kenny asked.

“No. There is no evidence tying them to smacking the girls around or the fire. But, isn’t it interesting at the problem with the girls started about the same time that Hamasaki arrived on the scene,” John responded. “You can tell me it’s raining if you want, but I can still tell if someone is pissing on my head.”

Asher grinned. “Hamasaki hasn’t been back in contact since the first proposal?”

“No. I thought it was done with,” John said. “We have a good deal going here and I didn’t want to screw that up by getting into a turf war with the other clubs. We are almost completely out of the illegal shit, and once the Bucs take over our last few customers, we are free and clear. I didn’t want to get sucked back into the drugs, and I damn sure didn’t want to have anything to do with illegal guns.”

“Seems the fucking Bucs and Trifectas didn’t have the same problem,” Chains snarled.

“We all know the Bucs and the Trifectas are stand up clubs. Once they realized Hamasaki was fucking them, they got onboard with fixing the problem,” Asher responded. “Remember, we were just like them ten years ago. The Boss is the one that got us clean, and that gives us options those two don’t have.”

“So the question is, what are we going to do about it? Are we going to let the Demonios slide on this with a retaliatory hit… or are we going to end the problem. Forever.” John looked around the room.

“Vote it,” Kenny said when no one said anything.

“All those in favor of pulling the charter for the Demonios de Sangre, say yea.” John paused just a moment before casting his vote. “Yea.”

“Yea.” Kenny said.

“Yea,” Keebs agreed.

“Yea,” Gator agreed and then looked down and pursed his lips.

“Yeah,” Chains said a moment later.

“Yes,” Panhead said, nodding his head. He had a special grudge against the Demonios after a couple of their members had beaten the shit out of him once.

“Yea,” Dozer said, rocking back in his chair as he always did after he cast his vote.

“Yeah,” Tank said immediately after Dozer, leaning forward and putting elbows on the table, the opposite, but as predictable a movement after a vote as his brother rocking back.

Asher knew that pulling a charter of another club was going to cause a shit storm. They were the dominant club in Miami, and all new clubs had to ask permission from them to form. Never in the forty years of the Heartless Devils club had they ever tried to pull a charter. It was bad business and caused a lot of hard feelings, but this had to be done, no matter the cost. The Demonios’ had pushed too far.

“Yea,” Asher said softly, making the vote unanimous.

“Motion carries,” John said, banging the gavel down. “Asher, you will let Nakagawa and Hampton know we are pulling the charter on the Demonios de Sangre?”

“I will, but I think that news would be better coming from you.”

John stared at Asher a moment. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”

Asher was a bit put off by the Boss’ look. He thought he and John had worked through their issues, but apparently, not all the way. “We okay here?” he asked softly.

“Later. Business first,” John replied.

Asher nodded and met Kenny’s eyes as John began to speak again.

Jenny sat on the same stool at the bar as she had so many months ago when she had first met Asher. She sniffed as she took a sip of her Sprite. When she had first entered here, she was the princess, too good to be mixing with the rabble around her. Now she was banging the Sergeant-at-Arms, riding a hog, and wearing leather. All she needed now was some tattoos and she would fit right in with the men.

“Jennifer, right?” A voice said beside her, bringing her out of reverie.

She spun the stool to face the woman speaking. “That’s right, but most people call me Jenny.” She had seen the woman around, slightly taller than she was with short black hair, big boobs, and long, blood-red, fingernails. She was dressed in a tight, low cut blouse to show off her assets, the button between her breasts straining to contain the flesh inside, jeans she had been poured into, and heeled boots that came to her knees.

The woman held out her hand. “I’m Rachel, Gator’s old lady.”

Jenny shook the woman’s hand. “Nice to meet you, Rachel.”

“Same here. I’ve been trying to catch up with you, but you always seemed so busy. Then with the thing that went down with you and Asher…I’m glad that is all behind us now.”

“Yeah, me, too. What did you want to see me about?”

“Nothing. I just have noticed that you’ve…changed…since I saw you the first time. I just wanted sit down and talk to you.”

Jenny smiled and motioned to a seat. “I suppose I have,” she said as the other woman sat down. “I’m not proud of how I acted back then.”

Rachel grinned. “It’s okay. It always takes a little time to adjust to a new club.”

Jenny smiled at Rachel’s assumption that she was part of the club. “Does Gator keep you out of what is going on the way Asher does me?”

“He tries. But I have my ways.”

Jenny glanced over the woman again. “Yeah, I can see that.”

Rachel twittered. “That sometimes works, but us girls, we hear things. It’s hard to keep a secret in a club this size.”

“What are you hearing now? Asher won’t tell me a damn thing.”

Rachel looked around to see who was listening. “What I hear is they are in chapel talking about pulling the charter for the Demonios.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means that the Devils are going to shut down the Demonios, disband them, pull their charter, whatever you want to call it. Basically, they are going to terminate their club, one way or the other.”

“Kill them?” Jenny asked, horrified.

“If that’s what it takes, yes. It probably won’t come to that, not if they are smart.”

“Can we do that?”

“Who’s we?” another woman asked, walking up behind Jenny.

Just before she turned to face the new arrival, Jenny saw Rachel’s face go hard before she looked down. “The HDs,” Jenny said to the woman.

“There is no we for you, honey,” the woman sneered as she swayed up. The woman was older, and appeared to be battle-hardened, but she also had an animal-like sexiness about her. Age had softened her slightly, but Jenny could tell the woman had been stunning once. “You made it pretty clear what you thought of the Devils when you first stepped foot in here, with your uppity attitude. You think you are too good for us? I got news for you, sister. You haven’t got shit on any woman in the club.”

Jenny was a bit put off by the woman’s hostile and aggressive attitude, but she did have a point about how she acted. “Yes. Not my finest hour.”

“You don’t belong here. You never did, you never will. You should just go back to your little life and—”

“Come on, Hearts,” Rachel interjected, “you’ve seen her around. She isn’t like that anymore.”

“She comes in here, the president’s daughter, and acts like we’re nothing but shit to scrape off her shoe, and just like that, you’re ready to forgive and forget? Not me, Rach. Not me.”

“’Hearts,’ is it?” Jenny asked. “I’m sorry for the way I acted. I—”

“I don’t give a shit about your apology,
Jenny,
so just save it for someone who cares,” Hearts sneered, emphasizing her name in a particularly not flattering way.

“What’s your problem?” Jenny snapped. She had seen Hearts around, like the other dozen or so girls that seemed to come and go, but she hadn’t spoken to any of them until now. Rachel seemed okay, but this Hearts woman was just a bitch.