Inked & Filthy: A Bad Boy MC Romance Boxed Set (44 page)

The dead eyes of Coal stared back at me as I huddled into the corner of the basement. Gunshots boomed upstairs and for all I knew Stone was dead like the rest of them. It had to be Byron taking revenge. What would he do to me when he discovers me down here?

A figure came down the stairs and I grabbed the pipe that I had killed Coal with. I wouldn't let Byron take me without giving a fight. I hid at the bottom and swung when he hit the bottom step.

A hand grabbed the pipe before it connected with his head. “Whoa, Claire. It's me.” Stone stood there with blood all over him and a gun in his hand. Stone took the pipe and tossed it across the room.

My legs wobbled and I couldn't stand anymore. Stone took my hands and helped me to the floor. “Did you get him? Did you kill Byron?”

Stone kneeled down in front of me, a dark shadow covering his face. “It wasn't Byron. It was the Mexicans. They killed a bunch of us. There's barely anything left of the Firebrand MC.” Stone looked over at Coal's carcass. “I need to get you out of here.”

Stone gathered me in his arms and picked me up. He carried me up the stairs and out of the basement. I could feel the pain radiating from Stone. The Firebrand MC was all he knew and it had been taken from him. I saw the death and destruction as Stone carefully stepped over all the dead bodies. The clubhouse was in shambles. Could they ever come back from this?

Stone took me up to his room on the second floor. He gently laid me on the bed and placed his pistol onto the desk. “I need your help, Claire,” Stone said, turning to me.

What could I possibly help him with? I'm just some scared little girl. But if he needed me, then I was there for him. “Whatever you need, Stone.”

“I need Byron,” he replied, determination searing in his eyes.

How could I say no. Stone was more broken than I was. “Tell me what I need to do.”

“Call your brother, tell him what happened to us, and see if he'll meet.”

I gulped. Meeting Byron again after what I did was terrifying. What if he tried to take me from Stone? Or worse, what if he kills us both?

Stone put his hand on mine. He was warm and soft. “Don't worry, Claire. I'll protect you from him.”

I looked up into his gray eyes. “And who's going to protect you?”

Stone pulled a strand of stray hair out of my eyes and tucked it behind my ear, brushing the back of his hand against my cheek. I wanted him to stay by my side forever. I couldn't resist this biker.

My MC was in shambles and all I could think about was plunging my cock deep into Claire. The adrenaline from the fight with Coal and the shootout was still coursing through my veins. Her blue eyes bored into me with an innocence that I had lost years ago. Claire had seen so much death since being with me. Her steeled expression showed how strong she was.

I couldn't help myself. I kissed her hard on the lips. The intense pleasure washing over us like a tidal wave. Claire breathed in sharply as my tongue entered her mouth, lightly playing with hers. I craned her head to the side and trailed kisses down her neck. I stretched her shirt until her bare shoulder was exposed. I set my teeth on her, gnawing on the bone. Claire shivered, her hands feeling up my chest.

“Why does your skin taste so good?” I asked, my tongue running across her collarbone.

“Don't stop,” Claire commanded. I lifted her shirt over her head and drooled over her great big tits. Claire's black bra was just a little too small for her which made her melons burst out of the cups. Claire ran her fingertips along her peaks. She took my head and slammed me against her chest, burying my face in her breasts.

My hands moved around her back and deftly unhooked her bra. I wrapped my lips around her nipple until it became hard and long in my mouth. I flicked her pencil erasers with my tongue and Claire cried out. Her pillows were so soft as I squeezed them.

Claire suddenly shoved me off and I fell backwards onto the bed. The animalistic desire raged through her as she pulled my leather cut off and tore away at the blood-stained wife beater. She layered kiss upon kiss, moving from my neck in a straight line down my chest and to my stomach. Her fingers fumbled with my belt buckle and jeans but she finally was able to get them off. I'd never been with a woman so eager to fuck me before.

“You're so damn big,” Claire said, admiring my throbbing cock pinned beneath my black boxer briefs. She pressed one finger against my shaft and my dick pulsed. Claire gasped and giggled with a hand covering her mouth.

“Don't think you can just play with me all day. I'll make you gag on my cock until my cum is dribbling from your lips,” I said.

Claire bit down on her bottom lip. “That's not such a bad idea. But I have a better one.” Claire pulled down my boxers around my knees until my long cock flung out. She lifted one leg over me and straddled me like a horse. Claire pulled her tight skirt up and stretched her black panties to the side until her wet pussy was revealed. Claire sat down on my crotch, suffocating my cock between her lips. She rubbed her wetness against my shaft until I was all lubed up.

Claire felt so good against me. The lips of her pussy engulfed me and I wanted to come all over her. But not yet. My hands reached up and mashed her tits together. Claire lifted up, her pussy dripping onto me. She reached down and grasped my cock, guiding me into her warm hole. I squeezed her chest hard as she lowered down onto me until she was completely stretched and filled to the max.

This slut thought she could torture me—but I'd been with so many whores that I knew how to make them squirm. I pressed my thumb against her clit, rubbing her around. Claire rested her hands on my chest, lifting her ass into the air and slamming down on me. She wouldn't be able to control herself much longer.

“It feels so good...Stone.”

“Come around me, Claire,” I murmured. “Let me feel your pussy clench and quiver.” I flicked her fleshy bulb back and forth until she moaned my name.

Claire came undone, quaking on top of me, her legs vibrating. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she said over and over again. Claire came back to me with an intensity, rocking her hips back and forth. “You're so deep inside me.”

My hands sneaked around Claire and grasped her ass, flinging her up and down on me. I watched her tits bounce while she whipped her dark hair behind her. My engorged cock couldn't wait much longer. This whore knew how to make a man feel good.

Claire bent down and kissed me, her breast pressed hard against my chest. Her lips trailed across my cheek and to my ear. “I want to feel you come,” she whispered.

The pleasure hit its peak and I detonated within Claire, unloading my hot cum. Claire arched her back and came with me, her pussy tightening, her eyes rolled back. We screamed at the top of our lungs until we had no breath left.

Claire collapsed onto me, her breasts spilling out against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her sweaty body and held her close. No chick had ever made me feel this way. I didn't want to just throw her away and move onto the next slut. All I wanted was another time with Claire. One more time to fill her up and make her moan.

“That was way too good,” Claire said, exasperated. She brushed her hair around and looked up at me. “Was that good for you?”

“God damn, baby, do you even need to ask?” I lifted Claire off and set her down next to me. “Where did you even learn how to ride cock like that?”

Claire bit the tip of her index finger. “I love the way you feel inside me.”

My flaccid penis was already coming back to attention. But I couldn't waste anymore time fucking around. I had MC business to deal with. I got out of bed and found my jeans, slipping them on. Claire rolled over onto her stomach and watched me dress. Her ass looked amazing. If only I had time to come all over those cheeks. Claire's feet were in the air, kicking back and forth. She looked so young. I could imagine Claire on her bed at home talking with boys with her best friend. I wanted to fuck that innocent look right off her.

“Where do you think you're going?” she asked, smiling.

I searched on the floor for my leather cut. “We have shit to do, Claire. I need you to set up the meet with Byron.”

Claire crawled on the bed to edge. She slipped a finger into the band of my jeans and pulled me forward. “There's plenty of time for that later. But I need you inside me again.”

This woman was fucking freaky. And I loved it. Taking her from behind and covering her ass in come wouldn't take too long...

Byron and I barely exchanged any words to each other on the phone. I told him we needed to meet and he agreed. I didn't even get a chance to mention Stone and the Black Widows before Byron hung up on me. He was still furious at me and I was still never going to come back to him. He was dead to me as far as I was concerned. But Stone needed my help and I was ready to do anything for that inked body of his.

Byron ordered us to meet him at the same overpass from last time. Stone was in no position to argue. After filling in Tank and Tater, Stone had them stay behind to clean up the massacre. We arrived at the overpass to a very different situation. The Fires of Hell MC was nowhere to be seen. Byron stood next to his bike all alone and with his helmet off.

Stone stopped me from getting off the bike. “Stay here. We don't know what Byron is capable of. If guns are drawn, I want you to fly out of here like a bat out of hell.”

I shook my head, kicked him away, and got off. “We're in this together now, Stone. I go where you go.” Stone looked a little shocked. Like he didn't know I had that much strength in me. There was a lot he didn't know about me.

Byron and Stone shook his hands and Byron completely ignored me. Byron got the first word out. “The same thing that happened to you, Stone...happened to us. Mexicans hit us hard but we were able to take out a few. We had a fucking deal with those motherfucking wetbacks.”

“Fuck,” Stone whispered. “How many you got left.”

“More than enough,” Byron replied, scratching his leather cut. His knuckles were bloody and ripped apart. I was glad I wasn't on the receiving ends of those fists. “I know your MC took a heavy hit but we need to band together.”

Stone nodded. “The Mexicans will try again to finish us both off. We need to strike them now.”

Byron's mouth stretched into an evil grin. “I got some intel from a cop that owed us one. Mexicans are holed up in a wetback restaurant, celebrating today's accomplishments.”

Stone slammed his fist into his open palm. “Thats it! We hit them while they're taking a breath. The streets will be flooded with Mexican blood.”

Byron still paid no attention to me. I kind of liked the feel of being a ghost. Byron was finally done with me. I was out of his grasp and didn't have to look over my shoulder for the rest of my life, wondering when he was going to come and take me back.

“That won't be easy.” Byron sighed. “The entire Death Merchants MC will be there and it's going to be hard to surprise them.”

Stone paced back and forth, his boots kicking up dust. “We're going to need men.”

“And guns,” Byron added.

“I can supply the guns. We have warehouses full.”

“The Fires of Hell took a big hit but we still have enough men to take on The Death Merchants.”

Watching these two, you wouldn't know that they were hated enemies just a day ago. Byron used to speak about the day when Sacks County would finally be Fires of Hell owned. The Mexicans were a non-factor and the Black Widows were all that mattered. Cutting them to pieces is what Byron lived for.

Now there was a new enemy.

“Are we forming a truce?” Stone asked.

Byron's mouth twitched. He hated the idea of working with the Black Widows. But there was no other way. “Black or White blood will no longer be spilled until the Mexicans are eradicated.”

Stone produced his giant knife from his back pocket. He placed the sharp blade in his palm and sliced. I winced as I watched blood trickle from his hand. Byron produced an even bigger knife—almost a machete—and cut his own hand.

The two men slapped their red-stained hands together, the blood dripping onto the ground between them. They grit their teeth, squeezing each other's hand as hard as they could. Even as allies, they were still hated enemies.

Byron walked back towards his bike and snapped his helmet on. “Meet back here at eight. Bring all the guns you can muster. We'll ride out to the restaurant and hit em' when they're neck deep in alcohol.”

Stone nodded and Byron rode off, leaving a cloud of dirt behind him. I was dead to my brother and it felt freeing. I could finally be my own person.

Stone took my hand and led me back to his motorcycle. The red on the bike shined in the sunlight. I stopped in my tracks and dropped his hand. “Don't you think this attack might be too dangerous, Stone? Can you even trust, Byron?” I asked. “There's barely anyone left of the Firebrand MC and you're going to throw them in front of a Mexican firing squad.”

Stone turned away from me and faced the overpass. “The Death Merchants need to pay for what they did. They need to pay for Blaze, Cash, E-Z, and all the others they slaughtered. Even if I was the only one left, I'd still go after them until every single one of them was dead. Tank and Tater would say the exact same thing. I don't want to trust Byron but I have no other choice.”

Stone turned around with tears in his eyes. This tough biker of mine was full of heart. How could I not fall for a man that would go to the ends of the earth to avenge the ones he loved?