Full Heat: A Brothers of Mayhem Novel (8 page)

Without thought, she raised her hands to grasp his hips, trying to avoid his cock going down her throat.

“Damn it, Mary Jane. Put your fucking hands down.” He thrust and she choked. She dropped her hands.

His hand circled his cock again, and she began to move up and down, sucking the head as it reached her lips.

“Jesus H. Christ” was all he said over and over again for about the next minute or so.

Despite having a massive orgasm moments earlier, she felt heat stirring low in her belly. She kind of understood why he enjoyed going down on her. How hot was it to see and hear his loss of control, all because of what she was doing to him?

“That’s enough. Move your mouth off me.”

She felt his heartbeat in her mouth. Ignoring his command, she sucked harder and moved faster.

“Fuck it.” Then he shot across her tongue and down her throat. She gagged but quickly recovered. Quite proud of how she took it like a pro, she finally released him when he stopped jerking into her mouth. She leaned her head back and smiled.

He clasped the hair on the back of her head and pulled until she reached her knees.

“That was fun,” she said as she blinked her eyes innocently.

“Next time I tell you to let me go, do it,” he said between gritted teeth, shaking his head for emphasis.

Her smile grew bigger. She liked knowing he liked it too much.

Several seconds passed as he stared into her eyes. Then his mouth covered hers. The hot kiss was magnified by the fact that he must taste himself on her tongue. She didn’t care if he got angry; she wanted to touch his hair. The rest of him was still covered with material, and she deserved that for giving such a great blowjob.

All that thick golden hair felt so soft and silky. She thought she might come just by touching the strands. Maybe this not touching stipulation was all a mind game to ramp up the need. She rubbed and clasped handfuls.

He jerked away and moved across the room.

“What did I tell you?” he yelled.

His chest heaved as if he’d been working out. With one big hand he wiped his face as if regaining control. He turned his back and then, using his fingers, brushed his hair out of his eyes.

She didn’t know what to say. For sure he had issues, but she thought they had gone beyond that, considering what all they’d done in the last hour or more.

The sound of a zipper drew her attention downward. His back still to her, she guessed he’d tucked his cock inside his jeans and zipped up. His shoulders hunched over, as if he’d been beaten.

She wished he would talk to her about what was eating at him.

He cleared his throat. “I’ll go and get us something to eat.” Without looking her way, he strode into the hallway and shut the door—not a slam or even a firm click, but a silent closure.

Tears welled up but she refused to let them go. Instead, she stiffened her spine and left the bed. Time for a long bath. She had a feeling the soreness would be worse tomorrow if she didn’t. She’d worry about what to do about Storm later.

Storm stopped in the middle of the stairwell and banged his forehead against the wall. What the hell was he thinking? Just because Mary Jane was the sexiest woman he’d ever been with didn’t mean he had to go all sex maniac. He turned around and leaned back, staring at the cobwebbed ceiling.

The wall shook with each beat of the bass in the music at the party. He heard laughing and shouting over the music. His Brothers were having a fucking good time. They were a bad-ass crew and deserved the fun. They’d protected his back many times since getting out of the pen. Yet, he’d been nothing but a bastard the last couple months.

He slid down the wall to sit on one heel and a leg stuck out over a lower step.

Shit, he and Mary Jane had fucked three times now, and he hadn’t put on a rubber one time. Was he a fucking idiot? Well, yep. If she turned up pregnant, what would he do? There was an earth mother, zenlike quality to her. She would want it. She wouldn’t care that the father was a nutjob.

He had to hand it to her; she seemed game for anything. Hell, he hadn’t felt so satiated since he found out what he could do with girls.

“Yo, boss! You coming down?” Wolf stood at the bottom step and gave a crooked grin. The Brother was smashed. The way he held on to the swaying pretty little plump brunette wasn’t about claiming ownership—he needed the support. If Wolf didn’t hold steady, they would both go down. The Brother was more than a foot taller than the girl and weighed twice as much. Despite his lean build, he was a big boy.

“Sure.” He stood and jumped the last six steps. It felt good to just let go.

Wolf hooted and turned too quick, almost causing them to land in a pile at Storm’s feet. The girl screeched and then giggled.

Another group of Brothers walked in. Storm recognized the tall black-haired man and immediately knew which chapter had arrived. The one from Mobile.

Storm glanced over at the Skull. Speed had obviously decided to go on a run before anything was said. He shrugged. It was the Skull’s prerogative.

Watching Speed’s cold expression darken as Razz moved closer was interesting. The two had never gotten along, but Razz was a stand-up guy. He would stay and do his best to keep Speed from going south and messing with his own chapter.

Someone passed a joint to Storm, and he took a long toke before handing it off. Unable to drink alcohol, no matter what people suggested he try—they weren’t there beside him as he puked up his guts while rolled up in a ball—he’d stick with pot, thank you very much.

Meth was easy to get around the clubhouse. And who didn’t like the idea of going and going like the Energizer Bunny? But he had a thing about being in control. No matter what anyone said, he refused to take the chance of waking up without remembering what he’d done or what had been done to him the night before.

After a few minutes of making sure the rest of the party was going fine and his father was occupied with kissing Speed’s ass, Storm slipped outside and called the local pizza joint, almost the only place that was willing to deliver to the clubhouse.

The sun peeked between the treetops. September in the Deep South wasn’t too bad, not that he’d lived anywhere else. He enjoyed the cooler weather of the fall, but hated the shorter daylight hours. Leaning against the outside wall, he pulled out the rolled joint Speed had given him and lit it. Taking his time, letting the amiable feeling wash over him as he waited for the pizza delivery, he enjoyed the sight of around fifty motorcycles parked in every space available, including the sidewalk and the small strip of cement leading up to the clubhouse doors.

He walked over to the corner of the warehouse and looked up at his bedroom’s window. The curtains were open but he couldn’t see far inside. What was it about that woman? His cock hardened with the thought of what they’d done over the last several hours. What the fuck? He wasn’t sure how it could get stiff again so soon. He should be raw and sore from all the sex.

The woman was special. Even with all the people around and his old man manipulating the Skull, he felt damn good. When was the last time he’d gone this long and not hit someone? Mary Jane had a lot to do with that.

With another drag of the joint, he grinned. He needed to find a way to keep her around after the Thirty-Second shit was cleaned up. She was good for him.

After a few minutes, the outside dusk to dawn lights clicked on, and Storm stood in the shadows. He’d learned to never stand out in the light alone. It made him an easy target.

The clubhouse sat in the middle of a street lined with warehouses. In fact, it used to be a produce warehouse back in the eighties and had been empty ever since. Most of the warehouses were abandoned, but the few that weren’t had traffic Monday through Friday up to five in the afternoon and rarely on weekends. So when he heard the roar of an engine flying down the road between the buildings, his ears perked up. The pizza guy wouldn’t be going that fast.

Then he saw it as it shot by. The black sedan from last night.

The car swerved, and the sedan’s rear end knocked over a bike, causing several more to keel over. The Brother on guard duty shouted and a window on the sedan’s passenger side lowered.

“Get down!” Storm warned.

Two shots buzzed by. He hoped like hell the Brother had ducked in time.

As if a fire alarm had sounded, Mayhem Brothers streamed out of the clubhouse. Men ran to the overturned bikes. The ones resting against one another as if they were fallen dominoes were quickly assessed for damage. Others scrambled to start their bikes and chase after the assholes.

Cussing echoed around Storm as he stooped over to check on the guard. The man’s whole body shook.

“What happened, boss?” Wolf helped Storm lift the big guard to his feet. Big Tom had a skinned elbow and that was it.

“Thirty-Second. The motherfuckers are asking for it,” Speed said from behind Storm. “Whose bikes did they get?”

“So far looks like just the ones from Razz’s chapter. They were the last to come in.”

“Pity.” Speed’s tone wasn’t sympathetic.

No surprise there. Whatever was between those two, Storm wanted to stay out of it. He had enough problems on his plate and one of them just walked up.

“Aren’t you going after them, boy?” Easy snarled.

“Razz and some of his Brothers will probably catch up with them.” Storm crossed his arms, hoping the old man got the hint to stay out of it.

“This is your territory. It should be your people running down those assholes.”

The old man wouldn’t shut up. The glances he received from the Brothers milling around warned if he didn’t nip it in the bud, more trouble could brew.

Storm grabbed his old man by the T-shirt and slammed him into the wall. Nose to nose, he said, “You forget who runs this chapter. Your days are long gone. I’m boss of this chapter and you better not forget it again.”

Knowing the bastard wanted him to lose control in front of Speed, Storm fought the urge to punch him in the gut and bust a few ribs. No matter how good it would feel, it wouldn’t be worth it in the end, if he lost the chapter. Brothers never fight Brothers. He sure would love to make this one exception.

“Is there a problem here?” Speed’s voice came from behind.

“No. Just clearing the air.” He released the old man’s shirt and caught sight of a van pulling up. A big pizza painted on the side caught several of the Mayhem Brothers’ attention.

With a wave, Storm shouted, “Time to eat!”

He went to pay the guy as the pizzas were handed out. In no time, he was headed inside and up the stairs with a pepperoni pizza and a liter bottle of soda for Mary Jane. She was probably hungry.

Whenever Razz and his men returned, Wolf would come and get him.

Time to make sure Mary Jane understood what would be happening tomorrow. A run to the Smokies could be rough to handle for first-timers.

He bet she tasted damn fine in the mountain air.

Mary Jane stared out into the waning light as she listened on the iPhone to what her lawyer had done that day. No word about a suspect per the Sheriff’s Department, but they were still questioning anyone who owed Jimmy money or did business with him.

Once again she heard the popping of fireworks. Her eyes searched the almost black sky. No other colors than those brought on by nature at dusk. Why was someone shooting off fireworks in September?

Her lawyer continued the report. “After the coroner called me, I arranged for Sunset Funeral Home to pick up his body. As you know, he didn’t have any children and no close relatives. His ex-wives have no authority.” As Jimmy’s lawyer had proven the day he’d died, she was nothing but efficient.

“Thank you so much, Heather, for handling this for me.”

“Don’t think anything of it. I’m glad to help. Jimmy was a good man and smart to have everything arranged in case of his death. His body will be cremated and placed in the Columbarium at Sand County Memory Gardens. He set up a fund for a memorial service. Uh, Mary Jane, you know how eccentric Jimmy could be.” Heather’s tone softened as if she was about to spill bad news.

“Eccentric is Southern for crazy.” She caught her sad smile in the glass. She’d loved that unpredictable man. “What did he do?”

“He named the place he wanted the memorial held. Time and date at your discretion.”

The lawyer’s pause caught her attention.

“And?”

“The Skull and Bones Bar.”

Unable to hold it back, Mary Jane laughed. Yes. She loved that man.

“Bet he decided that last year when he was investigating the club,” she stated.

Heather sighed. “Right. I tried to talk him out of it, but he wanted to be with ‘people who were free to ride in the wind.’ Jimmy’s words.”

Mary Jane heard a little sniffle. Every woman Jimmy came in contact with fell for his charm. There was a good reason he had five ex-wives.

“I’ll check with the local president of the club and see if he’ll agree to it.”

“Agree to what?” a deep voice asked behind her.

Mary Jane spun around.

Storm stood in the open doorway with a pizza in one hand and a liter of soda in the other. She couldn’t decide what she was the happiest to see, Storm or the pizza. She was starving for both, and the basil and pepperoni scents floating to her increased her hunger tenfold.

Without taking her eyes off his face, she said to Heather, “I’ll let you know when. Thank you for all of your help. You’re the best.” Then she pressed the red button on the phone’s screen.

The curiosity on Storm’s face changed to suspicion. Did she catch a dash of jealousy? She blinked. No one had ever cared enough about her to be jealous. Examining his expression more closely, she decided she’d misread him. She was aware their time together would last only as long as the Thirty-Second gang held on to their vendetta or Storm tired of her. She certainly would never tire of him. Maybe what they say about a woman’s first lover was true. That he always held a piece of her heart. That had to be right if the man knew what he was doing in bed. Regardless of his first painful thrust, Storm had ensured that she’d orgasmed several times after that.

From what she’d heard over the years, not many men cared enough or knew how to satisfy a woman.

She watched as Storm cleared off the coffee table, opened the pizza box, and used his large hands to carefully place a slice on a napkin, leaving it in front of the other recliner. Were all bikers as considerate as he was? She doubted it. She couldn’t picture Easy or Speed treating her like that.

Once again, she found herself thinking about Jimmy, the only man besides her father who’d always treated her with respect. Jimmy and her grandfather had served in the Army together during Desert Storm. Her granddad had died in battle the day before he was to return home. Her dad had told her that Jimmy had shown up the day of her grandfather’s funeral and spent the winter months with them every year afterward. Jimmy taught her so much about the outside world during the times he came to visit her family and after she moved into his house.

Before she teared up thinking about Jimmy’s death, she lifted the slice and began eating. She closed her eyes and moaned. She loved the stuff.

“Did you know I never had pizza until I went to live with Jimmy at nineteen?”

The creaking of the leather in the other recliner assured her Storm hadn’t left.

“Was he your uncle?”

She opened her eyes and did her best to smile. “No. No relation. But he was like a grandfather to me.” Her voice broke. Breathing deep, she took another bite. “Everything okay with your club?” Changing the subject would help curb any tears.

Storm quit chewing and looked at her. “Nothing to worry about. Tomorrow, we’re going on a run to the Smokies.” He stared a little longer and then reached for the remote and turned on the TV. “You’re going with me.”

His tone warned her he wouldn’t listen to any argument.

Should she go? She had so much to do. Her lawyer could only do so much. Heather was handling the transition of the NASCAR team’s ownership. And sure, her operations manager was handling the everyday tasks for the motorcycle shops. She was grateful he could be trusted and didn’t need her looking over his shoulder. The thought of going into the office without Jimmy was too upsetting at this point. Maybe a trip on the back of a bike to the mountains would be perfect.

“Okay. What are we going to do when we get there?”

“We’ll party all weekend.”

She widened her eyes in mock surprise. “But isn’t that what you do here all the time?”

“Not exactly. You’ll like this. You’ll see more on the back of a bike than you would in any cage.”

She nodded. Cage was biker slang for car, she remembered. Traveling on a motorcycle sounded like fun. She’d lived in the mountains but really never traveled around. Anyway, having his hips between her knees for hours appealed to her. She did her best to hide her smirk.

“Okay. What else?”

“We’ll fuck in the woods.” The devilish look he gave took her breath away.

“Okaaay. I get the idea. All the same stuff but in a new locale.” She bit the side of her mouth to keep from grinning.