SAVAGE HEART (Layne & Shelby Book Two) (A Devil Call MC Book) (4 page)

Unless he
’
d been fucking someone else, I knew Layne was
beyond full and in as much need as me.

“
Ah,
sweetheart,
”
he groaned.
His hand tightened at the back of my head. He thrust forward.
“
Take it. Right fucking now.
”

His cock moved deeper into my
mouth. He started to test my limits as he pumped. Pushing and pulling, groaning
each time he inched a little deeper. My hands were shaking, my right hand now
open against the thatch of his pubic hair. My other hand still between my legs,
making small circles.

It felt so fucking good.

It chased away anything I was
worried about.

I sucked Layne harder and faster,
feeling his shaft getting thicker, tighter, knowing it was only a matter of
time before he would have to explode.

Layne reached down and grabbed at
my wrist. He pulled back, forcing his cock from my mouth. My lips trembled and
I whimpered.
I wasn
’
t
fucking done yet.

“
Give
me,
”
he ordered and pulled
at my wrist, taking my hand from my pants.

He lifted my hand to his nose.

“
Fuck,
”
he said.
“
Perfect.
”
He put my fingers to his mouth and devoured them,
sucking all my wetness off my fingers.
“
Fucking
delicious.
”
He threw my
hand away and then grabbed my face with both hands. He inched his cock forward,
teasing my lips.
“
I want to
fucking taste more.
”

Layne stepped and crouched down.
His hands grabbed the side of my pants and he pulled so hard I almost went
flying off the bed. I grabbed the sheets and cried out.

Finally
…
oh, hell, fucking
finally
…

5.

(Shelby)

I stared down at him. His warm
breath teased my sensitive folds a second before his lips touched me. He kissed
me, gently, and then his mouth and tongue went right to work. Suckling my
tender folds, the tip of his tongue cut between and curled up, seeking out my
clit. I was so far beyond ready, my hips were already thrusting at him. I
grabbed at his hair, rocking my mound at his mouth hard and fast. If there was
such a thing as an instant orgasm, I was experiencing it in that moment. My
body couldn
’
t contain
itself. Not with Layne
’
s
massive, strong hands holding my hips, pulling at me, his tongue fucking me.

His tongue darted up and down,
bringing me to the edge of the bed and the edge of ultimate pleasure. My back
arched as I started to come, my feet straightening so hard that my calf muscles
felt like they were going to rip from my body. I barely touched the floor, my
hips, legs, pussy all quivering as the rush of heat and wetness continued to
pour from me.

And Layne was right there to savor
it all.

His mouth closed tight around my
clit and his teeth grazed my sensitive center as I cried out. Layne
’
s mouth then kissed up my mound,
right to my belly. His hands grabbed at my shirt, pulling it up as he climbed
my body. I tried to sit up and work with Layne, wanting everything off.

My shirt was gone first and I
reached back, unsnapping my bra. Layne tore at my bra, flinging it across the
room. He buried his face to my chest, growling as he kissed. His lips and
tongue were everywhere, tasting my breasts, my nipples, kissing up my chest to
my neck. I put my head back and braced myself. One hand tight around the
sheets, the other hand clutching at the back of Layne
’
s leather cut. I could feel the Devil Call MC logo.
It fucking turned me on.

His cock touched between my legs
and that was my one second warning. Layne thrust forward, grunting as he did
so, breaking me wide open. My pussy was tender and still throbbing as he
entered me, sliding deep. His right hand touched just above my ass, pulling,
making damn sure there wasn
’
t
an inch to spare.

Trust me, there fucking wasn
’
t.

I was so full, I couldn
’
t breathe. I looked at Layne,
trying to gasp for air. His mouth came to mine, touching, flirting, leaving me
with the sweet and naughty taste of my own body.

He then kissed my neck and started
to fuck me. Pulling back, thrusting forward, holding me steady. I eventually
had both hands to his leather cut, my arms shaking as I pulled, holding myself
up for him. My body shook, the bed creaked, the entire room spun with the
intense pleasure that only Layne
’
s
body could possibly offer.

As he moved faster, harder, I felt
another orgasm attack my body. Followed by a third. My body couldn
’
t come hard enough. I squeezed
at Layne
’
s cock, desperate
to feel him climax. His body was hard, tight, he was right there on the edge. I
forced a hand between us and reached down. I felt his shaft pounding in and out
of me. I kept going, finding his balls. They were solid, thick, so full.

“
Ah,
fuck,
”
Layne growled.

I tried to grab at Layne
’
s face, wanting to kiss him. I
scratched at his cheek and he let me go. I fell back, my back hitting the bed.
Layne grabbed at the top of my legs, squeezing. It tickled and I jumped, but he
was holding me down. The tickling sensation mixed with the pleasure. I tried to
scream and nothing happened.

Layne gritted his teeth and threw
his head back, letting out a deep grunt. He held inside me as he started to
come. His cock was spilling, pulsing, pouring inside my body. He kept fucking
me. Then he pulled out and slapped his cock against my mound. I reached down
and gripped him, feeling our messes tangled together as he continued to come.

Yeah, he definitely hadn
’
t been fucking anyone
else.

I opened my hand and pressed his
cock to my lower stomach. I was sopping wet from myself and his orgasm. Layne
kept thrusting, slowing by the second.

When we finally finished, I laid
there, trying to catch my breath.

Layne lifted his jeans and tucked
his cock away.

“
Lay
with me,
”
I said in a weak
voice.
“
Please. Don
’
t leave
…”

Layne grabbed a towel off the floor
and I cleaned up all I could. He then got on the bed and pulled at me, bringing
me to him. I was naked, on top of him, as he wore all his clothes. Call it
fucked up, but I never felt so sexy in my life. His fingers trailed up and down
my shoulder, my back.

I kissed his neck and groaned again
as my body continued to pour.

“
Stay
the night,
”
I whispered.
“
Please, Layne.
”

“
I
won
’
t be here when you
fucking wake up, sweetheart,
”
he said.

I shut my eyes.

When I opened them again, Layne had
been telling the truth.

He was gone.

6.

(Layne)

There was no fucking way I could
stay there with her. I
’
d
gotten what I wanted, gave her what she needed, and I even was nice enough to
hang around so she could fall asleep. My job was all but done. Shit. Bad enough
I was protecting her without asking for a damn thing. She wanted to suck my
cock. She wanted me to get between her legs. That was all her. And, yeah, I
went along with it.

I
’
d
rather fuck Shelby than some clubhouse whore looking for a dick. Even though the
clubhouse whore didn
’
t come
with baggage and goddamn emotions and feelings and all that shit.

I was on the road, right where I
felt comfortable. Thundering horsepower between my legs, my hands gripping
tight at the handlebars, the open road twisting, moving against the horizon.
Behind me, Finn trailed. Two behind him, Brett and Hawke. We had no business
going to Pep
’
s bar, but I
had to see it again. I had to revisit. Replay it in my mind. The sound of the
bullets tearing through the place. How in the fucking hell did those first
bullets not hit Shelby? Or myself? Christ, for all I knew, I should have been
sitting there, picking at some fries, and then getting sprayed with Shelby
’
s brains.

It made my stomach sick.

I turned into the parking lot. The
front windows were now boarded up. The bar taped off in caution tape. Another
set of tape around the perimeter. I pulled up to the tape and grabbed it,
tearing it to the ground.

“
What
the hell is this about?
”
Finn asked me as he stepped off his motorcycle.

“
Inside,
”
I said.
“
You and me.
”
I looked over at Brett and Hawke.
“
You
two stay out here. Run guard on the place. Police show up, tell them I
’
m inside.
”

“
This
is trespassing,
”
Brett
said.

“
This
is my fucking town,
”
I
yelled.

I walked to the back door and
kicked it open. No surprise it wasn
’
t
locked. The police didn
’
t
give a shit about Pep
’
s
bar. Hell, who would? It was a breeding ground for drunks and fighters, but Pep
had ties to Devil Call MC. He deserved better than getting shot like he did.
Lying in a hospital bed with tubes sticking out of him like some damn
experiment.

Finn followed me inside. The place
was eerie quiet, each step we took had a crunching sound. It almost felt like
the bar had been abandoned for years instead of days.

“
Layne,
what is this?
”
Finn asked.

I stopped in the doorway from the
kitchen. I crossed my arms and stared out at the bar where Pep was shot and the
floor were one of the guys was killed. Crimson stains covered the cheap
flooring. The table where I sat with Shelby, still flipped up from me using it
as a shield.

All I could see though was the
Devil Call MC cut walking away from the place.

“
Let
me ask you a question,
”
I
said.
“
No bullshit, Finn.
”

“
When
do I bullshit?
”

I looked at him.
“
Every one of us is bullshit. There
’
s a fucking reason you didn
’
t want the President
’
s patch. And I
’
m trying to figure it out.
”

“
Why?
You nervous I
’
m going to
steal your job?
”

“
No,
”
I said. I pushed from the
doorway.
“
Not unless you
’
re man enough to put a bullet in
my head.
”

Finn put his hand to his back,
reaching for his gun.
“
You
want to go down like Pep?
”

“
When
it
’
s my time, I don
’
t want to know. Finn, I want to
know if anyone has secrets in the clubhouse. That
’
s
a tough question, because we all have secrets. But something caused all this to
happen. It
’
s not random. It
’
s not just old shit. This was
raw. Fresh.
”

“
Maybe
someone charging through Oakville,
”
Finn said.
“
Someone new.
Someone barking orders. Someone stomping on ground where they don
’
t belong.
”

“
Are
you threatening me?
”

“
No,
”
Finn said.
“
Just running a scenario. Got it?
”

I gritted my teeth.

“
What
about debts?
”
I asked.
“
You owe anything to anyone,
Finn?
”

“
My
personal life is none of your business.
”

“
You
’
re right.
”
I stepped from the kitchen. I pointed to the
table.
“
I was sitting there
with Shelby. I heard the bullets zinging around. They had a silencer on the
gun. Usually attacks are loud. Right in your fucking face.
”

Finn walked in front of me. He went
to the table and touched it. He kicked forward and put the table back upright.
It hit with a dusty thud. He put his hand to the table. I stared at the back of
his leather cut.

Could he
…
?

“
Aye,
”
Finn said, letting a little
accent slip.
“
I have
secrets. Any man in this life does. Don
’
t
you?
”

I didn
’
t answer. I had no fucking reason to answer. I was
the one asking questions.

“
We
’
re under attack, Finn. I
’
m trying to find out if it
’
s coming from the inside or the
outside.
”

“
Inside,
”
Finn said.
“
You mean
…”

“
Whatever
you want it to mean. The last thing I want to do is start shaking down my own
guys for debts on gambling and pussy, but if there
’
s something lingering, I need to know.
”

“
Eh,
I
’
m sure a handful of them
owe. But what does that have to do with shooting up the bar here? Those bullets
were meant for you. For Shelby.
”

I shook my head.
“
No. If they wanted me dead, they
would have gotten me. That was a warning. That was a bloody warning.
”

“
Mountain
Killers then,
”
Finn said.
“
They were going up to the
Canadian border and really moving shit through. They snuck through Oakville
when needed. Going out means running the risk of bigger towns, cities,
political stuff. Plus, then you start getting into mafia and cartel territory.
And you don
’
t want to get
in the crosshairs of their wars.
”

“
Maybe
I do,
”
I said.
“
If it gives us muscle.
”

“
Trust
me, it won
’
t.
”

“
What
the fuck do you even want with the club, Finn? You didn
’
t want the patch. You don
’
t want to go out there and fight.
”

Finn moved from the table. He tore
off his leather cut and threw it at me. I caught it, squeezing it tight.

“
What
the hell is this? You quitting?
”

Finn turned and lifted his shirt.
There was a jagged scar on his back. Almost like a large crater. Something had
been cut off his back.

“
See
that?
”
Finn asked.

“
Yeah.
”

“
That
’
s for the MC. That
’
s what I gave up. Don
’
t question my fucking loyalty.
”

“
One
of your secrets?
”

“
Aye,
”
Finn said. He and stepped
toward me.
“
You want to run
out and take on the mafia and the cartel, do it. Take on the Mountain Killers.
Take on Oakville. Do it all, Layne. Do it all. I
’
m
ready to fight for my cut, my club.
”

“
Okay,
”
I said.

I walked through the kitchen again.
I kicked open the back door and was faced with a gun pointed directly at me.