Demon
I couldn’t deal with the family drama bullshit with Farrah, Venom, and Bull. Not right now. What she’d said at the table left me with too many questions. Not only about our future, but about her kidnapping as well. A quick call to Havoc hadn’t provided the answers I’d wanted. One thing I did know, he hadn’t told me everything. Something was going on and I wanted to know what the fuck it was.
As much as I hated to disturb Grizzly when he was home with the girls, I needed to give him a heads-up about the shit going on. His phone rang six times, and I damn near hung up, when he finally answered.
“Is the clubhouse on fire?” Grizzly asked instead of giving me a somewhat normal greeting.
“Not that I’m aware. Have you talked to the Devil’s Boneyard?”
“Not since earlier. Why?” he asked.
“Just spoke to Havoc. Get the feeling he’s hiding something. This whole thing with Farrah seems off, doesn’t it? Why her? And if the Boneyard crew knows something, why the fuck aren’t they telling us? Farrah isn’t theirs. We have a right to know why she got snatched.”
“I’ll see what I can do. Right now, Meredith is having a meltdown of some sort. Bawling her eyes out and fuck if I know why. Girl won’t talk to me, or anyone.”
I knew someone she’d talk to, but Griz might not like it. “Get Doolittle over there. Seen her talking to him several times.”
“Fuck me,” he muttered. “I guess if she’s going after a brother, might as well be Doolittle. She’s too fucking young, but I know he won’t hurt her.”
No, he certainly wouldn’t. Although, the girl had a few years before she wouldn’t be jailbait. I hoped he had the sense to wait. Meredith was still new to our compound, but Griz already doted on her, just like the others. Didn’t matter none of those girls were his biological kids. He’d taken every one of them under his wing, adopted them, and raised them like they were his own. I knew damn well he’d do anything for them. Only one was out in the wind. Shella.
“If you get anything from the Devil’s Boneyard, would you let me know? I don’t know if I need to keep a close eye on Farrah or if this was more a crime of opportunity. I’m thinking it’s not. The entire thing feels off,” I said. “I’ll rest easier knowing exactly what we’re facing.”
“Let me get Meredith calmed down and I’ll see what I find out. You better hope you have boys. These girls may drive me to drink,” the Pres said.
I snorted. “You already drink.”
I heard his laughter as he hung up and shook my head.
I shot off a quick text to Doolittle. Hope you know what you’re getting into.
If he hurt Meredith, Griz would rip him a new one. I scrolled through the messages on my phone, making sure I was up to speed on everything. One in particular caught my attention. I clicked it and my stomach twisted. A young girl, bound to a chair, begged for her life. As much as I wanted to close the damn thing, I made myself watch as some sick bastard tortured her.
They’d left her bleeding and more than likely permanently scarred. A man wearing a ski mask over his face got right up in the camera. “Bitch is gonna be the best little whore when we’re through with her. I’ll be taking bids on who gets her first.”
I didn’t know why I’d received the clip until I saw who it had come from. Kraken. I typed out a quick response. That your missing MaryAnne??
It only took a moment for him to answer. Yes. Might need backup.
Well, fuck me. There was no damn way I was leaving town while things were unresolved with my own club, but if he needed more hands I’d send a few men his way. I knew Griz wouldn’t mind, but I’d run it past him first. It could wait until tomorrow.
I locked up the house, something I’d never bothered with before, and shut out the lights. When I got to the bedroom, Farrah was already asleep, curled in a tight ball on her side of the bed. I stood in the doorway and studied her. In sleep, she looked angelic. Sweet. Innocent. Hell, she’d been innocent until I popped her cherry. I didn’t know what the hell to do with her. No fucking way I’d let her walk out of here if there was even a chance she was carrying my kid, but at the same time I didn’t want her to feel trapped like she had with the Dixie Reapers. Maybe she wasn’t cut out for club life, even though she’d been born into it.
Last thing I wanted was a miserable woman giving me hell at every turn. If I thought she could be happy, I’d hold on with both hands. I’d never brought a woman home. Never thought much about them past me getting off. Then Farrah came into my life. It only took the one night for her to turn everything upside down. Her bratty attitude tonight had earned her a spanking, but the way she’d gotten sick when she’d realized what she’d done had been punishment enough.
I removed my boots, tossed my cut onto the dresser, and stripped down to my underwear. Even though it was dark, moonlight filtered through the blinds letting me find my way to the bed without tripping over anything. I slid under the covers and folded my arms under my head. The ceiling didn’t hold any answers for me. No matter how much I wanted to pull Farrah into my arms, I knew she needed some space tonight. Hell, the fact she practically hugged the edge of the bed told me plenty.
I’d never taken shit from anyone. Had gone after what I wanted. Same way I’d done with Farrah the night she’d come to the clubhouse. Now things were different. She wasn’t some nameless, throwaway one-night stand. She meant something to me, even if I didn’t want to analyze exactly what.
Did it make me an asshole for wanting to keep her here when she clearly didn’t want this life? Probably. No. More like definitely. Hadn’t given a shit before. Shouldn’t give one now.
She whimpered in her sleep and rolled toward me. Her brow furrowed and even in sleep she looked troubled. It took me less than a minute to cave in to my desires and I pulled her against my side, hooking my arm around her. She snuggled in closer and every muscle in her body seemed to relax.
“Demon,” she murmured.
A quick glance told me she still slept. If she was dreaming about me, I sure the fuck hoped it was a good one. I’d thought Farrah would be a good fit for me, once I got un-pissed about her lying to me, but it was clear we had some issues to work through. I didn’t remember the others having trouble keeping their women by their sides. I reached for my phone and pulled up a text to Steel.
Did Rachel give you trouble? Don’t think Farrah wants to stay.
I hit send before I could second-guess myself. I didn’t want to sound like a damn pussy, unable to hang onto my woman. Maybe it was karma trying to fuck me over for all the shit I’d done. Could be the fates didn’t want a guy like me having a woman and family. Someone hurt the club, in any way, and I didn’t care if they were a man or woman. I’d been known to torture them equally. Wouldn’t hesitate to slit a traitor’s throat and didn’t matter to me who the fuck they were.
My phone chimed with a response. Did you order her to stay or tell her why you want to keep her?
What the hell did he mean? What the fuck?
Christ! It’s like talking to a toddler. You have to give her a reason to stay, dumbass. You telling her she’s not leaving is only going to make her want to run. Glad my second kid will be a boy.
Well, fucking hell. I’d already figured out she was a runner. How the hell did I convince her to stay? It was doubtful she’d want to. Not after everything she’d said earlier. I’d given her something to think about, and I knew Bull had too, but would it be enough?
“Who are you texting?” Farrah mumbled. “All the clicking is loud.”
I hadn’t thought about the sound my phone made when I typed out a number or message. When I was at the compound, noise didn’t matter. I put the device on silent whenever I dealt with club shit. Should have realized I was too fucking noisy.
“Steel. Had a question for him,” I said.
She stretched and hummed, then cuddled closer. “I’m sorry I’m such a bitch. I don’t mean to be. There are times I open my mouth and can’t seem to stop what comes out. I didn’t mean to hurt my dad, or you.”
I hugged her tighter. “I think we all have those moments. You’re under a lot of stress too after being kidnapped. You must have been scared.”
“More like pissed,” she said. “Asshole left bruises from rattling me around in his trunk. I hope Havoc hurt him.”
“I have no idea what Havoc did because the Boneyard crew is keeping silent on this one, which I hate. If I don’t know why you were taken, how the fuck can I keep you safe? Pisses me off. They have women and wouldn’t stand for this shit, but I’m supposed to?”
She rubbed her hand across my chest. “Havoc knew the guy, or of him. Said he’d been there before to buy drugs. Still don’t know how I fit into everything. He’d been at the diner a few times. Always gave me the creeps.”
“Don’t think we’re getting any answers tonight, baby.”
“You hurt me too, you know?”
I shifted so I could look down at her. “What do you mean?”
“You only want me here because you think I could be pregnant. If I’d told you I was on birth control, you’d have let me walk out of here. It’s not me you want.”
Fuck. Steel was right. I flipped on the lamp so I could see her better.
“Farrah, it’s not just because of the baby, or possible baby. I told you before you’re different. I don’t bring women to my house. Sure the fuck don’t move them in. I’m not so good with words. Never know what to say to a woman.” I snorted. “Never had to. Women have been dropping their panties for as long as I can remember, but I want more from you.”
She twisted until she lay on her stomach and propped her chin on my chest. “You know, women don’t like hearing about past conquests when they’re lying in bed with you. Kind of a turnoff.”
“Wasn’t what I meant. I only wanted you to know you’re special. The others weren’t. They were convenient and nothing more.”
“You plan on fucking them still? If you claim me?” she asked.
“What the hell kind of question is that?” I demanded.
“One I want answered. My dad and his brothers are different from others who have visited in the past. Some don’t care if they’re married or have an old lady at home. They still fuck around and see nothing wrong with it. I need to know which category you fall into. I think I deserve to know.”
Fucking women. Always wanting to talk about shit, wanting to know about your feelings. Relationship were too damn complicated, which is why I’d mostly avoided them. I’d had some fun with one of the little señoritas we’d taken in a while back, until she’d decided to strip for a living. Now she was out there on her own, and I’d walked away. No fucking way I’d ever be cool with my woman showing off her body to a bunch of men for money. I didn’t think poorly of those women, but I knew damn well I was too jealous to ever handle dating one of them.
“In the past, I haven’t been committed to anyone enough to stop fucking other women. Doesn’t mean it’s going to play out that way with you. Also never wanted to keep those women. Maybe it would have headed down that path eventually, but when we parted ways, I didn’t give a shit. Just moved on.”
“You’re not painting a pretty picture,” she said.
“Not supposed to be pretty. But it’s the truth. That’s what you wanted, right? Honesty? Well, there it is. I’m an asshole who likes women, but I’m offering to be exclusive with you, Farrah. I won’t fuck around behind your back, and I expect the same of you. I ever catch you with another man and I’ll fucking rip his dick off, gut him, and make you watch.”
She winced. “Thanks for the visual.”
“Like your dad and grandpa haven’t done worse,” I said.
“They may have, but I certainly didn’t witness it, and I have a feeling it happened before my time. Dad’s too… Dad. And Grandpa? He’s a big teddy bear.”
I’d love to see Venom’s face, and Bull’s, if they heard Farrah say that shit. Teddy bear? Too Dad? As the VP, I knew damn well Venom could still tear a man apart, and probably had far more recently than Farrah realized. Bull had gotten his name for a reason. Age might have mellowed him a little, or having a family, but deep down, he was still the same guy he’d been twenty or thirty years ago. People changed, but not as much as Farrah thought.
“You go on believing that, baby. I guess you can keep your delusions.”
She blinked, opened and shut her mouth, and ended up not saying anything, but I could practically hear the gears turning.
“You think your daddy is VP and remains in his position by what? Asking people nicely to do shit? Not likely. His hands are dirty, but like a good dad, he keeps it from you.”
“Guess I never thought about it like that,” she murmured.
I ran my hand up and down her back. “Need you to think about something. I want you here, Farrah. Doesn’t matter if there’s a baby or not. You’re mine, but I don’t want a constant fight on my hands. I have too much shit to worry about around here. Last thing I need is an old lady who can’t follow orders.”
She traced patterns on my chest and after a moment, I realized she was drawing hearts. “You really want me here? For me and not because I could be pregnant?”
“Said it, didn’t I?”
She nodded.
“Then it must be true because I don’t fucking lie.”
She leaned closer and put her lips to mine. I buried my fingers in her hair, holding her to me as I ravaged her mouth. Her little nipples hardened and pressed into me. I slid a hand down her back, over her ass, and cupped her pussy through her panties. Wet. So fucking wet.
“Thought you were pissed at me,” I said and tapped her pussy. “This tells another story.”
She squirmed. “Maybe I want angry make-up sex?”
I tried not to laugh. “Baby, we’ve already had angry sex. Then you walked out. Although I do owe you a spanking.”
I reversed our positions, putting her under me, her stomach to the mattress. I backed off, lifting her hips and ripped her panties off. Rubbing her ass cheeks, I noticed she had several bruises. I hoped like hell they weren’t all from me. It was one thing to leave my fingerprints on her hips, which I noted were there, but I didn’t like hurting her. Not this kind of pain anyway.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked.
“Didn’t think you’d care. Wasn’t the entire point to punish me?” she asked.
“Yeah, but I didn’t know I left bruises.”
“They’re not all from you. I wasn’t kidding when I said I got bruised bouncing around in that asshole’s trunk.” She eyed me over her shoulder. “From what I’ve heard, you aren’t the type to give a shit about leaving bruises behind.”
She was right. Somewhat. With anyone else, I hadn’t cared. But Farrah wasn’t just anyone. She was… mine. Didn’t mean I wouldn’t punish her when she deserved it, but I didn’t like the idea of hurting her enough to leave bruises. I might be an asshole, but I wasn’t an abusive asshole.
“With other women. Not with you,” I said.
“Are you getting soft on me?” she asked.
I rubbed my hard cock against her ass. “Do I feel soft to you?”
She snickered. “No, so maybe you should put your cock to good use and fuck me.”
“You aren’t too sore?” I asked, trailed my fingers over her pussy.
“A little bit,” she admitted. “I still want you.”
I leaned over her, kissing along her spine until I reached her neck. I gently sucked the skin, leaving a mark. My woman was so damn wet I knew she’d take me easily. I lined my cock up and sank into her, not bothering with a condom this time. The damage had been done, and if she was mine, there wouldn’t be any barriers between us. She moaned and clutched at the bedding.
I braced my weight on one hand and placed the other against her belly as I started to thrust. I’d always been more into self-gratification before. Hard, fast fucking with no emotions involved. Wasn’t really sure I had emotions -- not the romantic type anyway. Still, it seemed important I take my time with Farrah, prove to her I wasn’t some rutting beast.
She clasped me so tight, her pussy nearly squeezing my dick to the point of pain. The soft sounds she made urged me on. I slid my hand from her belly up to her breasts, cupping one and rubbing my thumb across her nipple. I hadn’t thought it possible, but she got even hotter and wetter.
“That’s it, baby,” I murmured. “Come for me. Show me how much you love my cock.”
“Cody! Don’t stop. Please…”
“Not stoppin’. Nothing could pull me away right now.” I stroked in and out of her. When she cried out, her pussy clamping down tighter, I damn near came. I drove into her faster and harder. Her climax seemed to roll into another, and soon I was filling her up with my cum. I grunted on the last few thrusts, emptying my balls. “Fuck, baby. So damn good.”
I kissed her neck. Her shoulder. I didn’t know how she could think I’d want anyone else. Now that I’d had a taste of Farrah, no other woman would ever compare. She’d ruined me for anyone else. It wasn’t only because she’d been a virgin, although knowing I was her first -- and last -- was a big fucking turn-on. No, it was more. She fit me, both physically and in every way it counted. She might have a temper and a mouth on her, but her softer side would calm the fury usually running through my veins. Maybe with her I could be a better man. One who deserved her.
I pulled out and leaned back, watching my cum slide down her thighs. “Now that’s a beautiful fucking sight.”
Her cheeks flushed and she buried her face in the pillow. Too damn cute. I stretched out on my side and tugged her against me. She sighed softly and cuddled close. Within minutes, she was asleep, and I followed soon after.