Full Heat: A Brothers of Mayhem Novel (16 page)

“The chapter has barely recovered from the last debacle an old friend of yours created.” The former Skull and several Brothers had been arrested for selling stolen motorcycle parts overseas. “Don’t bring the law down on us like that again.”

“Debacle? Such a big word for such a little boy.” The sneer on the old man’s face needed to be wiped off, but hitting him now would only divide the chapter further.

Storm leaned in, almost nose to nose with the old man. “You ever pull a stunt like that again, I’ll kick your ass out of the club. I can promise your buddy Speed wouldn’t appreciate an all-out war with the Thirty-Second. He’d stand by me then.”

“Kicking me out has been your song and dance since I returned. We’ll see.” Easy stepped back and headed toward the door.

Storm watched as a small knot of Brothers left with him.

Fuck! The last thing the chapter needed was Easy challenging him as president.

Mary Jane looked around the living room as if she didn’t recognize Jimmy’s place. Her chest tightened at the thought. She guessed she should start calling it her place. Eyes grainy with sleep, she zombie-walked to the bathroom. After taking care of a few things including washing her face and brushing her teeth, she recovered a bit. Opening the door into her bedroom, it was empty and no sounds came from the rest of the house.

She’d tried to comfort Storm the night before after Easy had left, but Storm would have nothing to do with it. He and his VP had huddled over the table with the chapter’s sergeant at arms, Cutter, for about an hour before the men stood and left.

By the time they’d arrived at her house, her feet were dragging, and all she wanted was eight hours or more of sleep. Storm had slept on the couch, claiming he’d fallen asleep while trying to unwind and watch TV.

That day, she’d been busy at her office. Her operations manager expected her to solve the problems he didn’t have permission to handle. Storm had stayed on his phone most of the day as he watched her. He intimidated most of the male employees, and a few of the women tried to flirt. She was relieved that he ignored them all. Jealousy had reared its head. She didn’t like the feeling. Tired but determined, she stalked back into the living room. Storm just thought he wasn’t coming to bed with her. If she had to force him, she’d do it. She needed him there as much as he needed her. He’d better get used to her being around.

Remembering her decision a few days ago, she frowned. Why had she thought about leaving him? As she’d watched his reaction to the police and his father, she’d come to the realization that he needed her. With the exception of a handful of the Mayhem Brothers, he had no one like her on his side. Sure, all that bullshit brotherhood crap was there, but beneath the surface they would be out for themselves if anything went wrong. By the way Easy treated Storm, and the influence Easy was building, there would be no one left to look out for the man she cared about. Maybe even loved.

She found him in the living room near where she’d left him moments earlier. He stared down at his phone’s screen, his finger occasionally tapping and scrolling.

“I’m going to bed,” she said, waiting for him to look up.

“Sure,” he said absently, his mind on what he was reading. The swelling on his nose had gone down, but a thin line of black cupped one eye.

The tension radiating from his stiff stance told her trouble brewed for sure.

“Storm.” The deep lines on each side of his mouth showed what the last few days had taken out of him. She wanted to console him. No matter how much he claimed he hated his father, it had to hurt. Easy Ryder was an arrogant man who thought of nothing but his need to control those around him. “Storm,” she said again, firmly.

Still looking at the screen, he lifted his eyebrows and murmured, “Hmm?”

Pulling off her blouse and unhooking her bra, she stood waiting for him to turn around as she unsnapped her jeans.

He remained absorbed with the stupid phone.

“Storm, look at me, please.”

He raised a finger, asking for a moment.

She pushed down her jeans and panties and stepped out of them.

“Damn it. Look at me.” She stomped her bare foot.

The harshness in her tone caught his attention, and he jerked his head up. His gaze drifted over her breasts and down to the apex of her legs. The fine hairs on her body stood up even though her skin felt flushed with heat.

“Fuck,” he muttered. His gaze languidly climbed to her face.

“Yes. Fuck me.” In case he didn’t understand what she wanted, her hand slid down between her folds. Her finger circled her clit, smearing the wetness he’d created by merely looking at her. Once her finger was coated, she brought it up and offered it to him. “See? I need you now.”

In a couple long strides, he reached out and grabbed her hand. His stare burning with need, he pushed her hand back between her legs. His fingers surrounding hers massaged the tight knot. Then he drew her finger up to his hot mouth and sucked it in, twirling his tongue around the digit. His eyes closed as if he tasted a rare treat. Her body quivered.

With a pop of suction, his lips released their hold.

“You taste so good. Like a delicious hot drug.” He cupped her cheeks and rubbed a thumb over her lips. As if some magical power lured her closer, she rose on her tiptoes and kissed him. She loved stroking his tongue with hers. She loved how he growled when she did something he liked.

His hands dropped to her breasts and squeezed, flicking her nipples. Small shots of electricity traveled down to her clit, tightening with need. His fingers slid down and clasped her waist as he lowered to run his tongue over the taut tips. Her breath left her lungs as he sucked and licked. Unable to resist, she threaded her fingers into his hair and held on.

Kissing and nipping farther down her body, he kneeled at her feet.

“Move your feet apart.” His breath tickled her trimmed pussy.

She quickly followed his demand.

His stiff tongue thrust between the sensitive lips, and she moaned.

Oh, my God! To see the big, dangerous man feasting on her pussy was erotic enough without the sensations he created. Using his fingers, he opened her wider and concentrated on the hard bundle of nerves.

Looking down, she watched his head bob and his tongue stroke deeper. The feeling and sight pushed her over the edge. She pressed his face to her as she trembled and wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her.

He stood and swept her up in his arms and headed down the hallway to the bedrooms.

She caressed his shoulders, neck, and cheekbones, each slow glide of her hand allowing him time to process that they were her touches.

When he stepped into her bedroom, he gradually released her. Her breasts rubbed down his leather vest, and in turn, her nipples chafed against the stiff edges of his patches. His strong fingers dug into her ass as he pressed her groin up against his hard cock.

He looked down into her face. “You’re something.” She imagined her expression betrayed her hunger for him as his did for her. His fingers threaded through her hair in the back and he tightened his grip, dragging her head back.

“From now on when we’re in this house, I want you naked. I enjoy looking at you. I like knowing you’re wet for me.” His voice was low and hard with need.

She cupped his groin and carefully squeezed. “I want you naked too. And I love how you’re hard for me. Later, I want you in my mouth. I’ll suck you so hard you’ll never want another woman.”

“Fuck, Mary Jane.”

“Yes. That’s right. Fuck. Me.”

Determination hardened his face. Fear streaked deliciously through her when he shoved her onto the bed and spread her legs apart. Then the fear evaporated when his mouth covered her pussy, his tongue searching for her knotted clit. Licking and sucking as if he hadn’t gotten enough seconds earlier. She arched her body and covered her breasts, pinching and pulling at her nipples. She needed to come again. The whole time she’d pressed her chest to his back on the ride home, all she could think about was having his cock thrusting between her legs. What was it about this man that caused her to want him so badly? Everything.

When he stopped suddenly, she opened her mouth to scream at him. Then he opened his jeans and pulled out his stiff cock.

“No,” she said.

His head jerked up and his eyes glowed in anger.

“I want you naked. I want your skin against mine, rubbing and heating mine,” she said in a rough voice.

For a moment, he looked as if he planned to protest, but with a grimness, he stripped. In seconds, he stood in front of her in all his naked glory with his sculptured, muscled body and his insidious tattoos that she’d wanted to lick, and the cock she wanted to bathe with her attention.

He leaned over her and one hand cupped her throat. “Don’t get used to bossing me around. I’m ready to fuck, and I’ll give a little leeway, but remember I’m the boss. You’re my property now. You belong to me.” With a nudge of his hips, she spread her legs and then he plunged inside. She gasped and closed her eyes, but he said, “Look at me. Your pussy was made for only my cock.”

She was unsure if he even knew what he was saying. Each withdrawal and thrust jarred her body. His fingers dug into her hips. Then he lifted her legs over one of his shoulders and began hammering into her. He squeezed her legs together, tightening the fit. She screamed as she came.

Storm stretched and looked at the woman asleep next to him. He’d never slept with a woman in his bed all night. Even at the motel and their night at her parents’ place, he’d made an excuse, and bunked elsewhere. Fucking and leaving them or pushing them away a minute after he got his rocks off was his usual routine. Hell. Until Mary Jane, he’d never wanted them touching any part of him but his cock.

Grinning like a fool, he wanted to take a picture at the sight of her sleeping there. Hair sticking out in every direction, drool in one corner of her wide-open mouth, she looked ridden hard and put away wet, but to him, she was beautiful. She was his. Fuck, yes! He’d ridden her hard for most of the early morning hours.

He heard what sounded like a hand slapping the door frame and his gaze swung toward the entrance to the bedroom.

“Hey, Storm. I hate bothering you, man, but I have something you need to hear.” Cutter tried to whisper as he spoke through the wood but failed miserably with his deep gravelly voice.

Storm eased out of bed and grabbed up his jeans. Without tripping, he walked into them and was zipping up when he opened the door and moved into the hallway.

“Let’s go into the other room.” Storm led the way. As soon as he reached the living room, he turned to face Cutter. “Okay. What’s going on?”

“Twofer called and said after you left, Easy came back to the bar and was talking shit about Mary Jane being the one who killed her partner. That she wanted to set us up for the fall.”

“What did Wolf say?”

“He hasn’t been around. He disappeared right after you two left.”

“Call him and tell him to get his ass here.”

“I’ve tried calling him. It goes straight to voicemail.”

“Fuck.” Storm’s fingers swept back his hair and kept his hand there. Where in the hell was Wolf?

“Hate to say it, boss, but Wolf has been acting funny lately. He’s been disappearing a lot and turning off his phone. He never will answer me when I ask where he’s been.”

Storm looked at Cutter. A Brother was always on call. How would he know a run was ordered or that he was needed to take care of club business if no one could get in touch?

“When he shows up, I’ll talk with him.” Scratching his chest in thought, Storm heard the bedroom door open. “For now, let’s keep this quiet about what Easy said. He’s full of shit.”

“Are you sure, boss? We only have her word that Jimmy had handed over the stores to her before he died.”

“He’s making shit up to make me look bad and hurt her. Next time, you tell them that.”

Cutter nodded.

Storm looked over at Mary Jane as she entered the room. The tight T-shirt and snug pants had his cock filling out. He needed her out of the room so he could concentrate. Plus, there was no need for her to overhear what they said about club business, even if it was her business too.

“Sugar, go fix us coffee.”

She raised an eyebrow, looking at Cutter and then back at Storm. “Okay. This time. Next time, I’ll show you how to make it.” As she brushed by, she smirked and stroked his naked chest.

He hissed, not from the usual distaste for a person’s touch but from a rolling need to throw her on the floor and fuck her hard. His gaze followed her until she walked into the kitchen.

“Man, you got it bad.” Cutter scowled. “Don’t forget she’s a citizen. She won’t understand the brotherhood. They never do. Might be time to hand her over to another protection service.” He sounded as if he’d been there, done that.

Storm studied his sergeant at arms. Cutter had been voted into the position about six weeks earlier. When the spot came open, Storm had asked Wolf’s opinion on whether or not the man could be trusted. Storm knew Cutter was drunk more often than he was sober. Most everyone was afraid of him—perfect for being the SA as he was the enforcer for the chapter—and being a six-five, two-hundred-fifty-pound monster encouraged that fear, but the alcohol made him unpredictable. So after a long talk with Storm, Cutter agreed to temper his drinking and he was voted in.

Wolf had told him that Cutter’s drinking had started when his wife left him a couple years back. They had gotten into a big fight when he refused to leave the Brothers of Mayhem. From what Storm had seen, the man wasn’t over his wife as he never took up with any of the available pussy at their parties.

“Go back to the Skull and Bones. See what you can find out about Wolf and keep an eye on Easy. I’ll be there in a couple hours. Call if something urgent happens.” Storm waited until Cutter left before he headed for the kitchen. The man was right. He needed to let Mary Jane go. She could find another guard service to protect her.

Anger surged through him. Damn! He hated the thought of another man watching her, touching her. He hesitated in the doorway. She wasn’t in the kitchen. The coffeemaker spewed and popped as the air filled with the eye-opening smell. Then he caught movement outside—knees bent and arms smoothly swirling. She was doing tai chi exercises. She’d told him all about it while they had been in Tennessee. Her whole family was into it.

When she’d been a kid, a man had stayed with them for a couple years, teaching them the moves and showing her how to use them in defense. The woman was like a sponge. Maybe she could get used to the life he led. He needed to make up his everfucking mind.

He poured a cup of coffee as he studied her. His gaze traveled down her lean torso to her long legs as she swayed and twisted in a rhythm that only she could hear. Her every seamless turn and step reminded him of why he savored the view.

Just as he swallowed the last drop, Mary Jane’s left leg slipped out from under her and she fell hard onto the grass. In seconds, he was running across the backyard to reach her. He couldn’t remember putting down his cup, but his hands were empty and he was running his fingers down her legs.