Dark Menace MC: Stone (17 page)

I pushed my chair back and stood up. “I have
something to do.” I ignored their knowing smirks. “Get with me when
Animal and Shooter return with information about where Wildman is
hiding out.

We walked to the bar together, but I
continued down the hall to my room. I needed Rachel, needed to fuck
the tension that was building out of my body. When I opened the
door, I was met with an empty room, but then I heard a noise coming
from the bathroom and knew that she was in there. I shut and locked
the door behind me, heading in that direction. The door was ajar
and I pushed it in, instantly surrounded by the steamy fog of her
shower.

What a fucking sight. I could make out her
naked form through the thick glass, her large tits, the curve of
her waist and hips, the shape of her ass. My hands itched to get on
her soft flesh. Without hesitation I kicked off my boots and
stripped. By the time I reached for the shower door my dick was
standing straight up. Once the door was opened I just stood there
and took in the view, running my hand up and down my cock. Fuck! It
wouldn’t take me long to come.

Rachel was rinsing the shampoo from her hair
and didn’t know that I was there until she opened her eyes and
stepped out from beneath the water. Her lips parted on a gasp.
Smiling, I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. I reached
for her, pulling her into my kiss, and then we were standing
beneath the shower, letting the hot water rain down on us. I thrust
my dick between her pussy lips. She caught her lower lip with her
teeth and moaned.

“Jesus, fuck, you make me hot,” I growled
against the side of her neck. I sank my teeth into her, losing
control. My hands moved over her body, clenching and unclenching
into the soft mounds of her ass. I crushed Rachel against me,
wanting to absorb her.

“Fuck me, Stone.” Her soft words were almost
drowned out by the sound of the water hitting us. Her hands glided
down to my hips and thighs, and then came around to grasp my dick
and balls.

A deep groan left me, and I fell back against
the tile wall, or maybe I was pushed back, because the next thing I
knew Rachel was on her knees and sliding her pretty lips over my
dick. Sweet Jesus, her mouth made me weak. I could feel my thighs
trembling as she worked her teeth and tongue over my cock,
exploring the ridges and veins swollen with blood. She seemed to
know exactly how much pain to inflict before it turned to sweet,
mind-numbing pleasure.

My hands fell to her head, fingers getting
lost in the long strands of her wet hair. As much as I wanted to
force more of my dick into her mouth, I let her have control.
Besides, she was practically swallowing me. I could feel the head
of my cock banging against the back of her throat, and then her
throat muscles were squeezing tightly. In no time her talented
sucking brought me to orgasm.

“Aaaaaagghhh!” I couldn’t hold back a deep
growl. As my seed coated the back of her throat, Rachel dug her
fingers into my ass and held me tight against her mouth, swallowing
everything I gave her and moaning the whole time. She kept me in
her mouth, even after I deflated, giving me the time to come
down.

“I’ve been wanting to taste your cock,” she
surprised me by admitting.

I straightened away from the tile wall and
looked down at Rachel. She was kneeling back, letting the water
flow over her face, into her mouth and down her arched throat. The
position thrust her tits out, and her stimulated nipples looked
extra big and hard, begging to be licked and sucked. The flow of
water down her body led me to her softly rounded belly and the
flare of her hips, before I kissed the curls between her legs and
continued down her thighs. Fuck me, I was growing hard again.

I was in fucking trouble.

How could someone look so fucking innocent
and seductive at the same time? I wrapped my hands around her upper
arms and hauled her to her feet, crushing her against me. “You can
fucking do anything you want to me, baby” I snarled, slamming my
mouth down on hers.

I kissed her until my dick was in full fuck
mode and was brushing the hair covering her pussy. I kissed her
until the sounds of our pleasure ricocheted off the bathroom walls,
until the sting of the shower began to do more than cleanse us. So
many fucking sensations exploded through me and over me. As my
tongue thrust into Rachel’s warm mouth, she rolled her hips,
working the slick heat of her pussy against my aching cock.

Somewhere deep down I was amazed. I’d come
here to fuck her, to fuck the tension and rage out of my body, but
she’d turned the tables on me. She was fucking me, or, should I
say, she was fucking with my head.
Making me need her.
As
soon as I realized that I broke away, breathing heavily and staring
into her dazed eyes. No fucking way! I didn’t
need
anyone.

I’d gone through a lifetime without caring or
needing something that could destroy me. What I felt for my
brothers was different. We were more than a family. We trusted each
other and had each other’s backs. We lived and died for each other.
I liked women, liked fucking them, but that was all. I knew that
with those thoughts going through my head I should walk away, prove
to both of us that I still could.

Tell that to my dick. It didn’t care how the
rest of me felt. Well, it wouldn’t be the first time I had ignored
what my head was trying to tell me. The decision made, I picked
Rachel up, and then it was her back against the tile. She wrapped
her legs around me. I moved in close until our faces were an inch
apart.

“Put my dick in your cunt.” I didn’t give her
time to respond, running my tongue over the seam of her lips. I
felt her trembling hand move between us, her fingers wrap around
me, and the second I was in position I thrust forward. We both
groaned at the impact. “You’re so fuckin’ wet for me,” I said
against her mouth. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able
to sit down for a week without thinking of me.”

“Yes, please,” she said softly.

Before long I was pounding into her,
listening to her soft grunts each time that I bottomed out. The
pleasure of sinking my dick into her was intense, and I grit my
teeth to keep from coming too soon. With one hand on her hips, my
body keeping her against the wall, my other hand fell to her clit.
The little nubbin wasn’t so little right now, it was swollen and
hard, and the second I flicked it Rachel cried out.

“Stone—” she gasped, “please. That feels so
good.”

I couldn’t contain my smile. “You want me to
quit?”

“God, no!” she said sharply. “I’ll hurt you
if you do,” she half laughed.

She shivered wildly as my finger circled the
sensitive cluster of nerves. “You gonna come, sweetheart?” I kissed
and sucked my way up and down the side of her neck, branding her
with my mark. “Gonna bathe my dick in your sweet cream?”

“Yes,” Rachel whimpered. “Keep talking,” she
begged, moving with me. I ran the hand on her hips up to her tits
and squeezed them roughly, tweaking her nipples. She sank her teeth
into my shoulder.

“You like me talking dirty, baby? It get you
off?” I lowered my head enough to take a tit into my mouth. “I’m
gonna fuck these tits next,” I told her. “Gonna watch my seed cover
them, and then I’m gonna spread it all over you.” Her breathing
accelerated and she closed her eyes. “After that I’m gonna move on
to that delicious ass of yours.”

“Oh, god! I’m−I’m going to−to come!” she
cried, jerking wildly.

I followed close behind, the contractions of
her body sending me over the edge. Fucking through an orgasm was
fucking mind-blowing, especially when you both get off at the same
time. The afterglow lasted a lot longer because when one body
convulsed it usually caused the same reaction in the other person.
We clung to one another, breathing rapidly, not giving a fuck that
the water had started to cool down.

When I was able to move I let Rachel down and
reached for the faucet to turn the water off. “Come on.” I took her
by the hand, opened the bathroom door, and led her outside. There
was a stack of towels on the back of the toilet, so I grabbed one
and began to dry her off. “As soon as we find out where Wildman’s
clubhouse is we’re going in to get Maddie.”

“I want to go with you.”

Knowing her history with the fucker, her
comment surprised the hell out of me. “No, that’s not going to
happen.”

“Why not? She’s my sister—”

I shook my head. “No. Now turn around.” She
did and I wiped her back, spending extra time on her pretty ass. As
I moved down her legs I couldn’t help giving each fleshy globe a
kiss. I was going to fuck her ass some day soon.

“Stone,” she said, as she turned back my way.
“I might be able to help.”

“You’ll be in the way, and I can’t afford to
worry about you. When we go in, chances are that we’ll go in
shooting.”

Her eyes grew round. “But that might get
Maddie killed.”

“Babe,” I said as gently as I could, fighting
the urge to fucking tell her how shit was gonna go down and that be
the end of it. Then why didn’t I? A breath of annoyance left me.
“We never take women on club business, it’s too fuckin’ dangerous.”
Fuck, she was tearing up. I decided to concentrate on drying myself
off. I wasn’t good with women and tears.

When I glanced up she was just staring at me,
her mouth pressed tight and her eyes bright with her emotions.
“Turn around,” she ordered, snatching the towel from me. I did and
she wiped my back down. “What happens after you get my sister
back?” She just skimmed over my butt and down the backs of my
thighs.

I thought it was odd that she’d given in so
easily, but didn’t question it. “What do you mean?” I turned around
to face her again.

“About the money Ronald owes your club. What
happens now that he’s dead? Do you take it out on me and Maddie? Do
we become sweetbutts or something?”

“That’s something the club will decide,” I
said, knowing that there was no way that I was going to let anyone
else have Rachel but me. But something would have to be done. The
club, my brothers, would expect it. The money Manson owed belonged
to everyone, not just me. Christ, I didn’t even want to think about
that shit yet.

“One thing at a time, sweetheart. Let’s get
your sister back, and then we’ll deal with the issue of the money,
yeah? Now let’s get into bed.”

“It’s not even bedtime,” Rachel commented. “I
haven’t been up that long.”

I looked her up and down, lingering on her
tits and pussy, grinning. “Who said anything about sleeping?”

RACHEL

I wasn’t sure of how long I’d been sleeping,
but when I woke it was daylight. Had I slept all night? I must
have, and it was clear from the emptiness on Stone’s side of the
bed that he’d never made it back. I sat up abruptly. The first
thought that ran through my mind was that I needed to find a phone.
Stone’s words had been very clear that I should stay out of this,
but I had my own idea of what I had to do to help Maddie. He didn’t
know Wildman like I did, he didn’t know what he was capable of.
Right now Maddie was probably being used as his personal sex toy,
and I couldn’t stand the thought of it. She would come out of there
alive, but he’d ruin her first, and the longer he had her, the more
lost she would become.

I left the bed, totally naked and a little
achy, but it was a good kind of ache. Stone had possessed every
inch of my body, inside and out, and he hadn’t been gentle. He’d
made sure that I knew who owned me, branding me in his own
particular way. I knew there were bruises, but they would fade in
time. My heart was another matter. The bad-ass biker had made me
love him, and I didn’t know what to do with that. He wasn’t the
forever kind of man.

Grabbing the first pair of jeans I came to, I
slipped them on, following them with a t-shirt and sneakers. I had
this lame ass idea that if I were to offer myself in exchange for
Maddie’s release that it would solve everything, since that was all
Wildman wanted, anyway. I could worry about escaping him later, and
the bloody war between Dark Menace and the Red Devils could be
avoided. If I’d given it further thought I would have realized that
my idea was stupid and dangerous. Remembering the pain I’d suffered
in Wildman’s hands was driving me to act restlessly, because it
killed me to think of Maddie in his clutches, suffering the same
pain.

I left my room quietly, thankful that there
was no one in the hall. As I got closer to the bar I was surprised
to find that it was just as quiet, before remembering myself that
it was closed in the mornings, except to the members and the women
for breakfast. If there was anyone in there they were either alone,
or not talking.

I paused at the end of the hallway, wondering
where I could find a phone, realizing that most everyone used a
cell. It was then I thought about where Stone held his meetings, or
church, as they were referred to. I’d never been in the room
before, but I had a general idea of where it was located. I
retraced my steps to a particular door, glancing above it to the
sign on the wall. This had to be it, because it was the only door
that boasted the Dark Menace MC logo. I glanced around and put my
ear to the door and, hearing nothing, opened it and peeked
inside.

The room was empty! I quickly entered and
shut the door behind me, racing to the huge, oblong table centered
in the middle. My gaze touched on the same MC logo etched on the
table top before landing on the conference phone. As I reached for
it, I could feel my heart pounding with fear, knowing that if
anyone were to catch me I would be in serious trouble. I knew that
I had to chance it though, and dialed Maddie’s number, knowing that
Wildman had her phone.